that tone of voice come out of the man before. Such sadness...
Tohr smiled and urged John forward with a hand to the shoulder. "Don't look at me like that. I feel like an unwrapped sausage when you do."
They headed for the second floor, walking up dark red carpeting so lush it was like stepping on a mattress.
When John got to the top, he looked over the balcony at the lobby's floor design. The mosaics coalesced into a spectacular depiction of a fruit tree in full bloom.
"Apples play a role in our rituals," Tohr said. "Or at least, they do when we observe them. Not a lot of that's been going on lately, but Wrath's convening the first winter solstice ceremony in a hundred or so years."
That's what Wellsie's been working on, right? John signed.
"Yeah. She's handling a lot of the logistics. The race is hungry to get back to the rituals, and it's about time."
When John didn't look away from the splendor, Tohr said, "Son? Wrath's waiting for us."
John nodded and followed, going across the landing to a set of double doors marked with some kind of seal.
Tohr was just lifting his hand to knock when the brass handles turned and the interior was revealed. Except no one was on the other side. So how had the things opened?
John glanced in. The room was cornflower blue and reminded him of pictures from a history book. It was French, wasn't it? With all the curlicues and fancy furnishings-John suddenly had trouble swallowing.
"My Lord," Tohr said, bowing and then walking forward.
John just stood there in the doorway. Behind a spectacular French desk that was way too pretty and way too little for him, there was a massive man with shoulders bigger than even Tohr's. Long black hair fell straight from a widow's peak, and that face... the hard composite of it spelled out do-not-fuck-with-me. God, the wraparound sunglasses made him look positively cruel.
"John?" Tohr said.
John went to Tohr's side and hid a little. Yeah, it was a pansy thing to do, but he'd never felt smaller or more dispensable in his life. Hell, next to the power of the guy in front of them, he was almost convinced he didn't actually exist.
The king shifted in his chair, leaning onto the desk.
"Come here, son." The voice was low and accented, the r stretching out quite a while before its word ended.
"Go on." Tohr gave him a nudge when he didn't move. "It's all right."
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John stumbled over his feet, making it across the room with absolutely no finesse. He halted in front of the desk as if he were a rock that had rolled to a stop.
The king rose and kept rising until he seemed tall as an office building. Wrath had to be six-foot-seven or more, and the black clothes he wore, particularly the leathers, made him even larger.
"Come behind here."
John glanced back to make sure Tohr was still in the room.
"It's okay, son," the king said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
John moved around, his heart beating like a mouse's. As he tilted his head and looked up, the king's arm stretched out. The insides of it, from wrist to elbow, were covered with black tattoos. And the designs were like the ones John had seen in his dreams, the ones he'd put on the bracelet he wore...
"I'm Wrath," the man said. There was a pause. "You want to shake my hand, son?"
Oh, right. John reached out, half expecting his bones to be crushed. Instead he just felt steady warmth as they made contact.
"That name on your bracelet," Wrath said. "It's Tehrror. Do you want to go by that or John?"
John panicked and glanced back at Tohr, because he didn't know what he wanted and didn't know how to communicate that to the king.
"Easy, son." Wrath laughed softly. "You can decide later."
The king's face suddenly snapped to the side, as if he'd focused on something out in the hall. Just as abruptly a smile stretched his hard lips into an expression of total reverence.
"Leelan," Wrath breathed.
"Sorry I'm late." The female voice was low and lovely. "Mary and I are so worried about Bella. We're trying to figure out how to help her."
"You two will find a way. Come meet John."
John turned to the door and looked at a woman-
White light suddenly took the place of his vision, just wiped out everything he saw. It was like being hit with a halogen beam. He blinked, blinked, blinked... And