Chapter 33 : A Night To Forget

Sebastian's POV "I asked you a f*ckin' question, pretty boy," his breath was a vagrant's rank—the smell of pure alcohol, poor quality dental amalgam, and cheap tobacco. "You deaf or somethin'?" "Are you him?" I grabbed his shoulders, claws digging into his coat. "The one who killed Prince Alexander?" "What's he going on about, Niko?" A reedy man who'd had fewer teeth than someone's ailing grandmother, shakily stepped to the front, sloshing drink all over himself and the floor. "What's this about you killing a prince?" "You killing nobles now?" Another called from the back, a bald gentleman who wore the uniform of a fisher. "That's bad for business, you know. They come for you and they'll be coming for all of us soon enough. You mark me!" "He's right!" The man with the Northern accent who'd been so carefree a moment ago seemed withdrawn into his horror now. "The guards have been on edge since the massacre at South Tower. They won't let an oper