Chapter 92 Chapter

"We'll find a way," he said, his voice barely above a gruff whisper. "There must be a way for you to bear this without resorting to .... extreme measures." I could tell that he was choosing his words carefully. His tone was strained, laced with a touch of anger, only for a change I didn't feel like that anger was directed at me. "There is a way we can seek guidance," Garrick said, getting up and walking over to where we sat. A hint of anxiety twisted his handsome features and his eyes skittered almost nervously over Harper's face. "We can go and see Josiah." Harper stiffened and the blush from his cheeks faded quickly. "No," he said firmly. "There has to be another way." "Then suggest something, brother because I'm out of ideas and Megan will continue to suffer until we do something," Garrick snapped. I glanced from one to the other, feeling the tension crank up ten-fold and the air seemed to crackle louder than the flames in the hearth. "Who is Josiah?" I asked. "Someone