Chapter 41 His Help

• Sebastian POV
• The shop’s interior is as grimy as the city itself, dimly lit with flickering overhead lights that buzz faintly. Shelves line the walls, cluttered with all manner of strange and unidentifiable objects. The air smells stale, with a faint metallic tang that makes my nostrils flare.
• At the counter sits Austin, a wiry man with sharp eyes that flicker with intelligence—and greed. He rises slowly, his movements deliberate, a sly smile spreading across his face.