"What happened to her?" Harriet asked quietly after making sure the little girl's meridians were fine.
"I intended to have a few drinks with Enoch here and I happened to be with her. We walked into the bar together, but when we were about leaving, an explosion happened inside the bar." Dermot explained, holding his head with his hands.
"Doesn't it sound familiar to you?" Harriet scoffed and straightened up. "I don't know what games the werewolves have with Jackson Franco, but the fact some of you perceive him to be a good man irks me. This man is despicable. Take what happened with the little girl for an example."
"What do you mean?" Dermot asked, looking up at her.
Harriet held up something that looked like a pin. "I haven't seen this in a long time, but I do remember it blocks th
