Harley Quinn Before Joker Novels & Stories

Recomposing herself, Harley moved quickly to prevent Zander from reaching Mason, who'd since changed positions and was now in a corner behind the man; biding his time. "Where is he?" "I don't know what you're talking about, Zander." "Don't play games with me, Harley! Now, where is he?... Where is the monster?" "Like I would ever give him up to you." "Oh well, it's your funeral." Harley's expression softened for a split second before her frown returned harder than before. A gasp escaped her as he reached for the dagger in his belt and instinctively, she swayed to the side as he thrust it forward.

There’s no way he asked our father’s permission and he sure as hell didn’t ask for mine. A roar rips through my lungs, through my soul and I lunge forward. It takes three large strides to meet him and as if he’s ready, he immediately steps to the side. I anticipate his move, and shove my palms into his shoulders. He throws his hands up. “Don’t!! Don’t hurt him Dex! We’re fated,” Jenny cries out, making me stop dead in my tracks. I stare into Harley’s eyes, but he gives nothing away. “Jenny! Ohh Goddess,” I hear, as my mother weeps. She likely knows nothing of Harley, of his past or his pack. But Jenny is her favorite, everyone knows it.

In front of him, he was holding Brad's handgun and it was aimed right at Vanessa. "Once a slayer, always a slayer," Jake gritted out. Then he pulled the trigger.