Chapter 257-4

I was being pulled apart by the poison, feeling it tear me to pieces, crushing bone and ripping into my muscles with its deadly claws. "I don't know, but they're here and they're coming this way." "I shouldn't have come here with you, Megan," Harper said, clutching at his hair. "Lucius said they wouldn't like it. They must know I'm here." I grimaced through the pain. "You had to come, I couldn't have got here without you." I glanced up at the painting. "Quick, lift me up, I need to reach the frame." He did as I asked, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, with Garrick supporting my back on the other side and I reached out with trembling arms, desperately trying to ignore the splinters that stabbed at my shoulder-blades. The frame felt strangely warm to touch and as soon as my fingertips found it, I heard the faint rustling of the wind through the trees, the delicate song of birds nestling in the branches. The scent of grass after the rain infused my nostrils and I breath