Damon’s POV
The room was very cold, the rain didn’t help either, even with the heater rattling in the corner. The heater was all bark and no bite… I didn’t sit, I just leaned against the wall, with my arms crossed.
My eyes were locked on the illegal alchemist seated before me, trembling.
Keaton.
I had imagined him differently, in all my imaginations. He wasn’t this ink stained fingered, twitchy, fidgety man with nervous eyes. He looked guilty of something, but I wasn’t even sure what.
There was the smell of burnt paper, metal and blood all over him, a smell of magic.
Marius paced behind Keaton, he was silent but his silence was even more imposing than if he was speaking.
“Start from the beginning,” I said, voice calm. “How did they approach you?”
Keaton swallowed. “I… this w
