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 ...