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"John, I need to talk to you" John looked up from Tohr&039;s chair as Wrath cari looked, this was very serious, whatever it was

Putting aside his lesson on the Old Language, John braced himself Oh, God, what if it was the news he&039;d dreaded hearing every day for the last three months?

Wrath came around the desk and moved the throne so it faced John Then he sat down and took a deep breath

Yeah, this is it Tohr&039;s dead and they&039;ve found the body

Wrath frowned "I can siven the situation The funeral is going to be in three days"

John sed and wrapped his ar a black ind spin around him and take the world away

"Your classmate&039;s family has asked that all the trainees be present"

John jerked his head up What? he mouthed

"You classe He died last night"

So Tohr wasn&039;t dead?

John scrambled to pull hi over the edge of another One of the trainees had died froht you&039;d heard already"

John shook his head and pictured Hhurt He hadn&039;t known the guy well at all, but still

"Sometimes it happens, John But I don&039;t want you to worry about it We&039;re going to take good care of you"

So silence Then Wrath propped his elbows on his knees and leaned forward As his glossy black hair slipped over his shoulder, it brushed his leather-clad thighs "Listen, John, we need to start thinking about who&039;ll be there for you when you go through the change You knoill feed you"

John thought of Sarelle, who the lessers had taken along with Wellsie His heart clenched She was supposed to have been the one he used

"We can play this one of tays, son We can try to line someone up on the outside Bella knows sohters and one of theood ht, Wrath said, "I&039;ve got to be honest, though¡ªI&039;et an outsider to you in time Fritz would have to pick her up, and e comes But if you want¡ª"

John put his hand on Wrath&039;s tattooed forearm and shook his head He didn&039;t knohat his other option was, but he was daet near an available fened, No mate What&039;s my other choice?

"We could have you use a member of the Chosen"

John cocked his head to the side

"They&039;re the Scribe Virgin&039;s inner circle of fee uses one, Layla, to feed from because he can&039;t live off Mary&039;s blood Layla&039;s safe and we can have her here in the blink of an eye"

John tapped Wrath&039;s forearm and nodded his head

"You want to use her?"

Yeah, whoever she was

"Okay Good Good deal, son Her blood is very pure and that will help"

John eased back into Tohr&039;s chair, diht of Blaylock and Butch, who had both survived the change thought of Butch especially The cop was so happy now And big And strong

The transition orth the risk, John told himself Besides like he had a choice?

Wrath went on, "I&039;ll go ask the directrix of the Chosen, but that&039;s just a for brought into their power by those fe to be thrilled" Wrath drew a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his &039;s peak "You&039;ll want to ot nervous

"Oh, don&039;t worry Layla will like you Hell, afterward, she&039;ll even let you take her if you want to The Chosen can be very good at initiating males like that Some of them, like Layla, are trained for it"

John felt a stupid expression slap itself onto his face Wrath wasn&039;t talking about sex, was he?

"Yeah, sex Depending on how hard the change is for you, you ht away" Wrath let out a wry chuckle "Just ask Butch"

In response, John could only stare at the king and blink like a lighthouse

"So there we have it" Wrath stood up and moved the massive throne back to the desk with no effort at all Then he frowned "What did you think I was co to talk to you about?"

John dropped his head and absently stroked the arm of Tohr&039;s chair