Chapter 32

A ride to the shop of horrors.

My mouth hung open when I saw those two greet themselves in a warrior way, eyes sparkling mixed with surprise and insanely happy faces. They were like best friends who had gone to separate camps for summer, and now they met again.

“Sire!”

“Anton!”

“Where have you been, Vlad?” and both fell in hearty laughter, it reminded me of playful boys. Vlad didn't seem the troubled man from this afternoon, far from it, and Tony...