Chapter 83. The Informant

Damon’s POV

Apparently, they had all been observing us and when I drank, it gave them some sort of kinship and respect. I looked at the woman and she smiled at me with such kindness in her eyes.

“Feeling tipsy?” The man asked me.

“Tipsy? I could go the whole day on this and not be drunk.” I said to him,

I was sure about this because I was a werewolf and even when tried to, being drunk has never lasted with us.

“Well, I'm not going to cost you your job, so, I would not challenge you on this day. But you see how that woman is smiling, that is why I wanted you to drink. When you go to Rome, you become a Roman. That's how you blend in although in your case, your choice of outfit would only make you stand out.” He said in a near whisper to me.

All this while he had been trying to get me all riled up, I could not believe it but he had actually been trying to make me blend in with them and I had nearly scored myself a bad record. I decid