“Comoara trădătoare, is what she says—” His words are cut off, when Gage is suddenly in the room and throwing him up against the wall with his hand clutching Harold’s throat. Harold’s eyes widen in horror, as the phone slips from his hand and he struggles to pull Gage’s hand away. “Where’d you hear that phrase?” he growls, putting his face right in front of Harold. “From the treacherous treasure herself, of course,” I drawl, wiggling my fingers at him.
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