DRAGOȘ
For some reason, the amulet caught fire. And so did Ogdan.
My eyes were wide as saucers as I watched him burn. A couple of my teammates arrived, looking at the screaming Ogdan. When he was all just ashes, I picked up his burnt amulet.
“He’s really dead now, isn’t he?” One of the two asked.
The second backhanded him by the chest. “We both saw it, man. Dragoș will get promoted this time.”
“It’s not what I want. Most of you know why I’m here,” I uttered, pocketing the burnt amulet in my jacket. “How is it outside?”
The first one sighed. “We lost a couple of hunters, but all the bloodsuckers paid for it,” he replied and gestured at Ogdan’s ashes.
That was sad news, but it couldn’t be avoided, given our line of job.
I signalled them to take Ogdan’s ashes, just in case.
“What abo
