“He was still big enough to be a Brother, with hair so dark he made V seem like a blond. And his clothes were, as always, formal and perfectly tailored. He was also as cagey as ever, his stare shrewd and hooded… seeing too much, capable of too much. Another fine addition to the continent. Not. The aristocrat smiled in a way that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m guessing that’s Wrath in the middle of all those bodies?” “Show some fucking respect,” V snapped. “Compliments are the condiment of conversat...ion.” Assail turned away, leaving them to come through the jambs by themselves. “They just get in the way—” Wrath dematerialized right in the guy’s path, moving so fast they met chest-to-chest. Baring fangs long as daggers, the king growled low. “Watch your mouth, son. Or I’ll make it impossible for you to throw any more bullshit around.” Assail stepped back, his eyes narrowing like he was reading Wrath’s vital statistics. “You’re not like your father.” “Neither are you.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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