Fair

~Evan~

The fresh wisp of Sicilian air sent my skin shivering at one in the morning. With a heavy sigh, I hammered on the heavy wooden door of this creepy palace.

“I told you I’ll come to New York,” Klaus greeted us with his warmest growl.

If there was any other choice, I would never ask this dimwit for help, much less take a trip to visit this Italian Mafia haunted palace. He’d have me groveling on his feet over a box of pizza. And for a favor of this magnitude, hell only knows what kind of torture I’ll be in for.

Since the accident, I swallowed my pride and asked him to look into Nathan’s case. He can dig into someone’s dirt and find out their deep darkest secret.

Klaus’s arms bent on his chest at seeing Devin behind me