"You?"
Olivian pointed at Aidrian's face with a trembling index finger.
His gaze was sharp and cold, like an eagle's. He looked down at the finger for a moment, then calmly brushed it away.
"Hey!" Olivian chuckled cynically. "You're that guy. The man who broke my moonstone heart and bought that junk for a ridiculous price.”
Moira gasped. "What do you mean, Olivian?" she cried. “The Moonstone Heart is mine, not yours!”
Aidrian stood calmly beside her. Olivian shrugged. "It's cracked and broken. It shouldn't have been sold. But the man beside you was willing to pay a high price for it. Stupid, but profitable for me.”
Moira's mouth formed an O.
"Mr. Quinn," she whispered. "Explain this to me."
Adrian leaned down, bringing his face close to Moira's left ear. "I'll explain everything.
