Chapter 95 Chapter

"Same thing," hissed Garrick, irritably. "And besides, what does it matter? You will get paid handsomely for your troubles as you seers always do." The tiny room had grown claustrophobic. With each passing second, I felt the stale air pressing in on me, binding my body in its hot embrace, squeezing tighter and tighter. The whispering was getting louder again and I closed my eyes for a moment, leaning into the hard lines of Harper's chest to steady myself. He tightened his grip on my waist and I welcomed it. "Noisy buggers, ain't they?" Josiah remarked and it took me a second to realise he was directing his question at me, his eyes cooly assessing my crumbling form as I fought to remain on my feet. I nodded, giving him a small tired smile in return. "The dead are like a swarm, you know," he continued. "A never-ending tide of rot and decay, all flocking towards the light like brainless sheep, bleating out their sorrow and pain as if they didn't deserve to feel such sorrow and pain. 'Why