“That’s mine,” Darius hissed as he looked at the priceless stone, smoke spilling between his lips. “The dead don’t get to keep possession of any treasures, fool,” Hail muttered, and Darius growled like a feral beast. “Bullshit. That crystal is mine and the rest of my treasure is mine too and I’ll be back to claim it before any other fucker can lay their hands on it,” Darius snapped.
