Harley:
The emerald in my hand was burning into my skin but I couldn’t let it go. It has some of the same black magic on it that I sensed in the earth outside around Denny. She had something to do with this, I know it. I just don’t know the role she played or why. She didn’t even know my brother or how incredible he is, but if she had something to do with this… so help me… I would rip her apart.
I slammed the office door behind us, knowing this was the only room I knew that was soundproof. I sat the sword softly on the table and poured a shot of the whisky that my Atlas is so fond of downing before I turned to their concerned gazes. I held the necklace up letting it sway. Alistair recognizes this and I know it is Cordelia’s, it was hanging around her neck in the painting above his firepl
