"The King's hand shot out so fast the eye could barely track it, and somehow, even without sight, he got the trajectory right, clamping a hold on the throat of his fighter. He didn't even look in Vishous's direction, his focus remaining on Xcor. In response, Vishous didn't defend himself, even as he was forced to gasp for breath, his goateed jaw dropping open. "Don't you love it when people know their places," Wrath said to Xcor tightly. "When they understand those moments when they need to keep their fucking mouths shut." Xcor had to smile. Wrath and he were kin in some ways, weren't they. "Aye, my Lord," he murmured."