07 Lover Avenged by J R Ward

Author:J R Ward [Ward, J R]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-24T00:37:12.241000+00:00

depending on his mood….

Tohr frowned as what was next to Wrath’s desk registered.

The ugly, ratty, avocado green armchair, with patches worn on its leather cushions…was

Tohr’s chair. The one his Wellsie had insisted be thrown out because it was a mess. The one

he’d put in the of ce down in the training center.

“We moved it here so John would come back to the mansion.”

Tohr’s head whipped around. Wrath was lifting himself off his arm, his voice as groggy as his

face appeared.

The king spoke slowly, as if he didn’t want to spook his visitor. “After…what happened, John

wouldn’t leave the of ce. He refused to sleep anywhere but that chair. What a mess…He was

acting out in training. Getting into ghts. Eventually, I put my foot down, moved that stinker in

here, and things got better.” Wrath turned to the chair. “He used to like to sit there and watch

me work. After his transition and the raids over the summer, he’s been out ghting at night and

crashing during the day, so he hasn’t been here as much. I kind of miss him.”

Tohr winced. He’d done such a head job on that poor kid. Sure, he’d been incapable of doing

anything else, but John had suffered a lot.

Suffered still.

Tohr was ashamed of himself as he thought of his waking up in that bed each morning and

every afternoon, John bringing that tray in and sitting while the food was eaten—then staying,

as if the kid knew that he was throwing up most of whatever had been served as soon as he

was alone.

John had had to deal with Wellsie’s death by himself. Go through his transition by himself.

Cross however many rst times by himself.

Tohr sat down on V and Butch’s couch. The thing felt surprisingly sturdy, more so than he

remembered. Putting his palms on the cushions, he pushed.

“It was reinforced while you were gone,” Wrath said quietly.

There was a long period of quiet, the question Wrath wanted to ask hovering in the air as loud

as the echo of clanging bells in a private chapel.

Tohr cleared his throat. The only person he could have talked to about what was on his mind

was Darius, but the brother was dead and gone. Wrath was the next person he was closest to

though….

“It was…” Tohr crossed his arms over his chest. “It went okay. She stood behind me.”

Wrath nodded slowly. “Good idea.”

“Hers.”

“Selena’s tight. Kind.”

“I’m not sure how long it’s going to take,” Tohr said, not wanting to even talk about the

female. “You know, until I’m ready to ght. I’m going to have to spar some. Hit the shooting

range. Physically? No clue how my body’s going to rebound.”

“Don’t worry about time. Just get yourself healthy.”

Tohr looked down at his hands and curled up a pair of sts. There was no meat on the bones at

all, so his knuckles poked through the skin like a relief map of the Adirondacks, nothing but

jagged peaks and hollow valleys.

It was going to be a long trip back, he thought. And even once he was physically strong, his

mental deck of cards was still missing all of its aces.

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