Wrath cursed and closed his eyes.
And Tohr knew he'd won when the male turned his face into Beth's hair and breathed in deeply, as if he were smelling her shampoo.
"Are we in accord," Tohr demanded.
"Fuck you," the king murmured against his beloved.
"Good, I'm glad that's settled. "
After a moment, Wrath looked over again. "Did they get the bullet out of my neck?"
"They did. All we need is the rifle that goes with it. " Tohr gave George's boxy head a stroking. "And it's got to be the Band of Bastards' - Xcor's the only one who would try something like that. "
"We need to find where they live. "
"They're cagey. Smart. It's going to take a miracle. "
"Then start praying, my brother. Start praying. "
Tohr replayed the attack in his mind yet again. The brazenness was off the chain - and suggested Xcor was capable of just about anything.
"I'm going to kill him," he said in a low voice.
"Xcor?" When he nodded, Wrath said, "I think you're going to have to get in line for the job - assuming we can tie him to the shooter. The good news is that as head of the B. o. B. , he can be held accountable for his fighters' actions - so as long as one of his soldiers was at the trigger of that rifle, we can nail him. "
As Tohr thought shit over, that grinding in his gut tightened to an unbearable level. "You said you owed me a favor - well, this is what I want. I want Xcor's death to be at my hands and no one else's. "
"Tohr. . . " When he just stared straight ahead, Wrath shrugged. "I can't give him to you until we have proof. "
"But you can stipulate that if he is responsible, he's mine. "
"Fine. He's all yours - if we have proof. "
Tohr thought about the expressions on the faces of the brothers out in the hall. "You need to make it official. "
"Oh, come on, if I say - "
"You know what they're like. Any one of them crosses paths with that shithead and they'll peel him like a grape. Right now that male
's got more targets on the back of his ass than a shooting range. Besides, a proclamation won't take long. "
Wrath's lids closed briefly. "Okay, okay. . . stop arguing the point and go get a witness. "
Tohr went over and stuck his head out of the room - and as luck would have it, the first person he saw. . . was John Matthew.
The kid was parked by the recovery room across the way, butt on the floor next to a worried Blaylock, hands on his head like there was a fire alarm going off in his skull.
Except he snapped right to and signed, Is Wrath still all right?
"Yeah. " Tohr glanced down the corridor as Blay murmured a prayer of thanks. "He's going to be fine. "
You looking for someone?
"I need a witness - "
I'll do it.
Tohr shot up his brows. "Okay. Thanks. "