“What will you do, Abigail?”
Her scorn was clear. “I have no home here. I plan to take Julia far away, to a place where we can blend in and disappear. She deserves a good life, one that isn’t going to be provided here.”
“If there’s anything I can do,” I began.
“There is, Radu—stay here and make sure my husband’s legacy is never forgotten.”
I gave my niece and her child a bow, showing them the respect they had earned. “It would be my absolute pleasure.”
**England; 1941 the year of our Lord**
Hitler had gained new allies just a few months earlier. This damn war was just another proving point of the stupidity of so many of the human race. The only reason I chose to take part in it was due to the disturbing rumors swirling around the Nazi leader—rumors that he was secretly dealing in black magic.
The same black magic my brother, Vlad, had dealt in so many years ago.
There was a knock on my door. “Lieutenant Gabriel Drakkel, I have a visitor for you, sir,” the clerk said. Every time one of them came into my office, they saluted me and spoke so formally. It was quite annoying.
I motioned for whoever it was to come in. “Send them in, I was just getting ready to take my leave for the evening.”
The man saluted one more time and stepped aside. In his place entered a man who looked young, no more than twenty-two or twenty-three. There was a quality to the expression on his face that could be summed up as rogue. There was also a familiarity there, one I just couldn’t quite place.
“Gabriel Drakkel, huh?” he spoke so informally. He was also quite clearly American, judging by the foreign accent. “I’d heard the stories, but to see you in person, whoa boy, they don’t do you justice.”
Absentmindedly, I ran my hand over my scar, wondering if that was what he was talking about. “I’m not sure who you are or how the hell you got in here, but—”
“Oh, yeah, that’d help a great deal, wouldn’t it?” He walked in and closed the door. That’s when I noticed he was also carrying a large case. He plopped it on my desk rather rudely. “I was told if I ever got to meet you, to show you this.”
He unlocked the case and it swung open. Inside was a weapon that only one man I ever knew carried—the Sanctae Crucis. “Where did you get that?” I asked.
“I believe it belonged to my great-great-great grand pappy, Maximus.” That’s where the familiarity came from! My God, he looked just like Maximus from a certain vantage point!
The man stuck his hand out towards me. “The name’s Castor Brinza. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Radu Dracul.”
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