Rhodri let out a devilish smile and pulled the necklace up to where Voltus could see it. This was it. This was Rhodri's favourite part. He had killed Jarmin, taken the necklace, but this was the best part, rubbing it in. Rhodri laughed silently, looking down on how powerless Voltus was underneath him. Rhodri kept on mouthing "Jarmin's dead, Jarmin's dead" to see what his reaction would be.