I blinked, taking in the old man's appearance. He was short, almost at my chin level, toothless, and his face was lined with deep wrinkles. His long white hair reached his shoulders, and he wore a pointed hat, like the ones witches wear in movies.
But what struck me most were his eyes, a crystalline blue, almost white, beautiful and strange.
“Um,” I cleared my throat, entering and closing the door carefully. “I'm here to look for a ‘friend’ of Sir Niccholas Zatoria.”
“Ah!” he exclaimed, making me jump. “You're the stranger everyone's talking about, aren't you? You're working with the Alpha, how lucky you are, yes?”
My skin bristled.
Suddenly, his face became serious, and a strange spark appeared in his eyes, though I only saw it for a second.
“Otherwise, you'd be dead by now, yes?”
