Hans stared at the amulet with the same intensity he had been glaring at it for the last few hours. The light grew dim and then turned from amber to black. They failed. He crushed the amulet in his hand, watching blood drip down the sides. He threw the amulet into the fire. He ran his hand through his unkempt hair and took a drink of the brandy he had specially imported. So many doors had opened to him when he took the title of Viscount, yet the situation he found himself in now was something he had not calculated for.
