“Useless,” Hedda murmured, tossing the metal figurine into the crate next to her feet. The table in front of her still held a few dozen artifacts, but so far she had found nothing of real value. They had raided two more warehouses that she knew the location of, but her excitement at the prospect of finding some of her old belongings had died off.
There were just a few items that held some energy, but they were so weak, that her own powers could do better without them; the others were just junk. William probably wanted to keep them locked just in case and if he wanted them, so did Damien. “Even more useless,” she sighed, dropping the massive golden medallion she was holding in the crate. “This is depressing.”
She picked up the next one, a mirror the size of her palm, and looked at her ref
