Piece of junk…
Daphne's heart dropped as his words reverberated in her mind.
"How could this be? You must be lying." Daphne shook her head furiously.
"What reason do I have to lie to you?" Atticus pointed out. "If anything, I'd keep you powerless and ignorant. That'll make it easier to control and imprison you."
"Thank you for that consideration," Daphne replied, slightly appeased. "Could it be that clear quartz just wasn't the right stone for me?"
"Perhaps. I wouldn't know. The pendant wasn't made of clear quartz, to begin with."
Daphne's mouth fell open.
"Sorry to tell you this, sunshine," Atticus said, looking slightly pitying at her. "You were slinging around that bit of glass like it was a prized possession. You would have done more damage waving a stick."
"Glass?" Daphne repeated dumbly. "Then my sister…"
Her mind swirled at this new information. It would mean that Drusilla had gotten her something useless on purpose.
No, that couldn't be.
