Axel:
The wizard's blood dripped from my hands as life fled from his eyes.
He's the third one we have killed in the last few hours in our attempt to get Harley home safely.
They all keep telling us the same thing and it isn't getting any easier to hear.
If what they say is true, then it will be another twenty-nine days before the portal opens for anyone other than Alistair.
I was sitting at the old man's kitchen table drinking his expensive bourbon while Atlas washed his hands.
"What the f**k do we do? This is the second time now that this mother fucker has got to her." Atlas was drying his hands off while I fit the urge to tell him the truth.
"We shouldn't have let her mark us. She's too f*****g good for us and we can't even protect her in her own home." My eyes had been blacke
