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As he left the office Rehv’s low, slightly evil laughter rolled like thunder.

Phury materialized in front of the Brotherhood mansion and straightened his robe. In his desire to make a good impression, he felt like he didn’t live under its roof anymore.

Which he supposed made sense: His head had had a change of address.

It felt awkward as hell to walk up to the house, go into the vestibule, and ring the video screen like a stranger would. Fritz seemed likewise surprised as he opened the door.

“Sire?”

“Could you let Wrath know I’m here and that I’d like to talk to him?”

“Of course.” The doggen bowed and bounced quickly up the grand stairs.

While he waited, Phury looked around the foyer, thinking of how his brother Darius had built the place . . . how many years ago?

Wrath appeared at the top of the stairwell, and there was wariness on his face. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Phury lifted his hand. “Mind if I come up for a few?”

“Sure.”

Phury ascended slowly. And the closer he got to his room, the more his skin tingled, because he couldn’t help thinking of all the red smoke he’d done there. Part of him wanted some so badly he was nearly wheezing for a draw, and his head began to pound.

Wrath’s tone was hard. “Listen, if you came here for your drugs—”

Phury held up his hand and in a hoarse voice said, “Nope. Can we do this in private.”

“Fine.”

When the study door was shut, he did his best to throw off the cravings and start talking. He wasn’t completely sure what came out of his mouth. Primale. Cormia. Scribe Virgin. Future. Chosen. Brothers. Change.

Change.

Change.

When he finally ran out of gas, he realized Wrath hadn’t said a thing.

“So that’s where I’m at,” Phury tacked on. “I’ve already addressed the Chosen and told them that I’m going to get us a place over here.”

“And where’s that going to be?”

“Rehv’s great camp upstate.”

“Really?”

“Yup. It’s safe up there. Secure. Not too busy, not a lot of humans. I can protect the ones who come over here more easily. This whole thing, it’s going to have to be gradual. A couple of them are already interested in visiting. Exploring. Learning. Cormia and I are going to help them assimilate to the extent they want. But it’s all voluntary. They get to choose.”

“And the Scribe Virgin was okay with this?”

“Yeah. She was. Of course, the Brotherhood side of things is up to you.”

Wrath shook his head and stood up.

Phury nodded, not blaming the guy for doubting the plan. Phury had said a lot of words. Now he could only hope to prove some with action. “Okay, well, like I said, that’s up to—”

Wrath came over and put out his palm. “I’m totally on board. And whatever you need for the Chosen on this side you have. Anything.”

Phury could only look at what was being offered. When he took hold of his brother’s hand, his voice was rough. “Good . . . deal.”

Wrath smiled. “Anything you need, I’ll give you.”

"I’m fine right . . .” Phury frowned and glanced at the king’s desk. “Um . . . can I use your computer for a moment?”

“Absolutely. And when you’re done, I’m going to share some good news with you. Well, sort of good news.”

“What is it?”

Wrath nodded to the door. “Tohr’s back.”

Phury’s throat seized. “He’s alive?”

“Sort of . . . sort of. But he’s home. And we’re going to try and keep him that way.”

Chapter Fifty-three

Sitting at the brotherhood’s table in ZeroSum’s VIP section, John Matthew was drunk off his ass. Drunk off his motherfucking ass. Totally shwasted.

So as soon as he finished whatever number beer he’d been working on for all of five minutes, he ordered a Jäger bomb.

Qhuinn and Blay, to their credit, were saying absolutely nothing.

It was hard to explain what was driving all the bottle pounding and the shot sucking. The only thing he kept coming back to was that his nerves were decimated. He’d left Tohr back at the house sleeping in that bed like the thing was a coffin, and though it was great that they had reunited, the Brother was not home free, not by any stretch.

John couldn’t go through losing him again.

And then there was that bizarre