Cursed Witch Luna
Harrow rasped.
"She's dead, Harrow. It's been nearly 200 years. The witch is gone."
"She's alive," Harrow countered, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating the very floor. "I can feel her heartbeat. I've been feeling it for some time. It's been calling to me through the stone, she's alive."
Bane sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. If you're so sure she's out there, find her. But you have a job to do first."