Batman Arkham Origins Harleen Quinzel Novels & Stories

She looked unbelievably adorable when she slept, completely unaware of the chaos she stirred inside me. Zara Ashbourne was going to be the end of me. She was also the biggest mystery I had ever tried to unravel. As I continued staring at her peaceful face, my thoughts drifted back to the investigation. Was she truly a healer? After paying an outrageous amount for an extensive investigation, my research team had finally uncovered the origin of the bracelet. It had once belonged to a healer named Genevieve Blackthorne, the former Luna of the Blood Moon Pack—one of the most powerful packs in the country.

He rests his chin on my shoulder. I pull his arm this time. He doesn't stop me as his attention is diverted when his phone begins to ring. He walks out of the room, glancing at the screen. I look around for my phone. But neither my phone nor my luggage is visible in the room. " Very bad! " I whirl hearing a sharp voice. Harleen is standing in the doorway with her chin high. She is wearing a tight golden gown today. She didn't forget to show her cleavage again. And it's deeper this time.