CHAPTER 16
Her heart thundering, Brygida pushed open the door to the Duma Inn. Her gaze snapped from each corner of the tavern to the next. Not a cultist in sight.
She blew out a breath through her nose, rubbing the crescent mark on her hand. With Mokosza’s favor, she’d been able to track by blood, but with this? There had to be a way to find the cultists faster than searching every stretch of forest bordering Czarnobrzeg.
“By Her thread, Reaper,” a familiar voice greeted. Bogdan.
He and his companion Gerard sat beside the roaring fireplace. Unlike the first time she had met them, there were no easy smiles on their faces. She made her way over to them.
“Have you come to Reap Agata’s killer?” Gerard asked with a fierce expression. “That cultist bastard should pay for what he did to Aga
