As I pour the soda into a tall glass, I keep my tone casual. “You lot having a convention or something in town?”
He just laughs lightly, but doesn’t respond. Something that bothers me.
I study his face, marking his features in mind. He looks like he is in his late or early fifties. I can’t really tell. Handsome but older. His powers, though I can’t get a clear read on them, seem average.
He has a calm air about him, an almost soothing one, and despite the few words we have exchanged, I kind of like him.
Another customer slides into a seat down at the bar. I’m about to go and deal with them when I stiffen.
Unlike me, Austin looks fine. I know I look pale and exhausted, and my jaw clenches when I see how not a hair of his is out of place. He’s wearing one of his plaid shirts with j
