At the mention of the ring, Brooks finally sat up, looking at the spectral-Morrigan with renewed interest. Maybe she wasn't a ghost after all. He pulled a face. "No." What the fuck was he going to do with it? He would just have to sell it, take the time to have it reappraised and find a jeweler or an estate sale to put it in. No, that was more effort than he was willing to put in.

"Keep it, sell it, throw it in the Black Lake, I don't care what you do with it." He was morbidly curious to know what she thought to do with it, but wasn't stupid enough to ask.