Dreaded by the past

Alastor hissed over the static that repeatedly shocked him for the last 20 minutes. He glared at her, cursing her over his thoughts.

“So, are you ready to talk?” the witch asked.

“How many times have I told you that I’m not affiliated to anyone!” Alastor countered in annoyance. He had been convincing her since then that he wasn’t trying to ruin this city or in particular matter trying to kill someone in his way.

“You have a sword, a knife, and load of guns.” Kate said. “Tell me, why are we supposed to trust you?” she asked, determined at her hunch.

Gilt rose from his seat. He also had enough of this. He came closer to her and beckoned to talk with her in the corner of the room.

“I know that you’ve been waiting for this day,” Gilt started. “and I’m all for it, honestly. But the guy over there; he’s not lying.”