They were in Marian’s rooftop garden again. The broken plinths and statues had been removed, but there was still plenty more that could be damaged.

“Why are we here?” Harley asked.

“You have a lot of nervous tension. I thought it might be helpful if you had somewhere to work it out.”

Harley’s eyes were sharp, and she picked up the blanket over in the corner, along with the pillows. She smirked. “Hoping things go the same way they did last ...