"Wrath lowered himself into a chair. He stared straight ahead and watched the crowd gradually swallow up the path he'd made. He waited. The pounding beat of Ludacris faded into old-school Cypress Hill. This was going to be good. Darius was a real straight shooter who knew Wrath couldn't stand having his time wasted. If there was silence, something was up. Darius tipped back his beer, then let out a deep breath. "My lord--" "If you want something from me, don't lead with that," Wrath drawled. -Darius & Wrath"