Alistair:
I was leaning against the wall while my brave little mate had her leg worked on. Despite the gnarly gash running from her hip to her knee, all she could talk about was the way we were deceived by the old crone and her b***h daughter.
The twins seemed to think it was her blood loss because Atlas had watched the old woman die too, but I know Harley is right. She told me once that Harley was sure she was dead because she tore her heart out and crumbled it in her hands. She had fooled her once and I know that if Harley says she isn’t dead this time either, then she isn’t. That old b***h is sneaky and conniving, and Adoria is the same way. What does that mean for us now though? What will her next move be?
“Back me up here, Alistair. You know her, you know them both… I am sure abou
