Chapter 18
Dragon Disappointed
The dull glow of the incandescent light bulb dimly illuminated the dragon’s lair. It was barely better than a torch, Countess Victoria von Baden thought as she paced the stone floor, impatiently waiting for her mentor. Hands clenching and unclenching, she wanted to hurt someone, to see blood. She let out a loud, guttural roar of frustration and threw her black, hooded cape onto the crushed red velvet sofa. Raka slipped in through his private entrance to find his protégé enraged. They had enlisted Werner von Wiesel to steal the compass and kill Einstein, but the boy had failed, despite the Countess’s implied rewards.
Raka’s presence did nothing to calm the woman. She glared at him.
“Don’t be angry at me, Victoria. It was not I who failed to get the compass
