Harley couldn’t utter a single word. He could focus only on Connor’s blood. It seemed to be everywhere. At least that was what it felt like to Harley. Then he caught the sight of the gleaming athame, ignoring the cackling spirit a few feet away from him. He pulled out the blade and held it in his right hand. Something about it felt familiar. It wasn’t the fact that he had handled it at the auction house and prior to giving it to Gina. It felt as if he had touched it many years ago. Maybe he was going insane, but he thought it was calling out to him.
He wiped Connor’s blood off the athame by using his shirt. That was the moment he spotted the stain on the blade itself. It looked like dried blood to him. After that, he couldn’t explain it, but he felt the need to cut the tip of his finger w
