William P.O.V.
I am shocked. I know this man. He is the same man from Border City that is always with Amelia and he is sitting here in a busy coffee shop in DC, just a pretty as you please. This place is a regular for the politicians as they break from the capital. If he is here, he is probably meeting someone and I need to know why and the best way to figure that out is to knock him off his game. I stroll in to the coffee shop and do what I do best.
“You’re not human” I sit down across from the gray hair man. He is sipping from a cup of coffee, reading from a new paper. I am use to looks of fear and confusion when I spring this on people who are hiding their magic gifts from the world, but this guy barely looks up from his paper.
“And?” That was his only response. No angry denial, no
