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Still, the idea of using a dog to get around was...too much.
Mary's voice eased across the room with the vocal equivalent of an ambling, nonthreatening gait. "Fritz has been trained to handle the dog, and together he and I are prepared to work with you and George. There's a two-week trial period, after which, if you don't like it or it isn't working, we can return the animal. There is no obligation here, Wrath."
He was about to tell them to take the dog away when he heard a soft whine and more of that jingle.
"No, George," Mary said. "You can't go over to him."
"He wants to come to me?"
"We've trained him using a shirt of yours. He knows your smell."
There was a long, long period of silence, and then Wrath shook his head. "I don't know if I'm a dog person. Besides, what about Boo-"
"He's right here," Beth said. "He's sitting next to George. He came downstairs as soon as the dog entered the house, and he hasn't left George's side since. I think they kind of like each other."
Damn it, even the cat wasn't on his side.
More silence.
Wrath slowly sheathed his dagger and took two wide steps to the left so he could clear the desk. Walking forward, he stopped in the center of the study.
George whimpered a little, and there was that quiet ringing of a harness again.
"Let him come to me," Wrath said darkly, feeling as if he were getting squeezed and not liking it in the slightest.
He heard the animal approach, the padding of paws and the chinking of the collar moving closer, and then...
A velvet-soft muzzle nudged at his palm, and a rasping tongue licked quickly over his skin. Then the dog ducked under his hand and eased up against his thigh.
The ears were silky and warm, the nap of the animal's fur curling slightly.
It was a large dog with a big, boxy head. "What kind is he?"
"A golden retriever. Fritz was the one who picked him."
The doggen spoke up from the door, as if he were afraid of entering the room, given how tense things were. "I thought it was the perfect breed, sire."
Wrath felt along the dog's flanks, finding the harness that went around his chest and the handle that the blind person would hold on to. "What can he do?"
Mary spoke up. "Anything you need. He can learn the layout of the house, and if you give him the command to take you to the library, he will. He can help you get around the kitchen, answer the phone, find objects. He's a brilliant animal, and if you two are a fit, you and he can be as independent as I know you want to be."
Frickin' female. She knew exactly what had been bothering him. But was an animal the answer?
George whined softly, as if he desperately wanted the job.
Wrath let go of the dog and stepped back as his whole body started to shake. "I don't know if I can do this," he said in a hoarse voice. "I don't know if I can...be blind."
Beth cleared her throat a little, as if she were choking up because he was.
After a moment, Mary, in her kind, firm way, said the hard thing that needed to be said: "Wrath, you are blind."
The unspoken so-deal-with-it resonated in his head, throwing a spotlight on the reality he'd been limping through. Sure, he'd stopped waking up every day hoping his vision would come back, and he'd been fighting with Payne and making love to his shellan so he didn't feel physically weak, and he'd also been working and keeping up with the king shit and all that. But none of it meant things were fantastic: He was hobbling around, running into shit, dropping crap...clinging to his shellan-who hadn't been out of the house for a month because of him...using his brothers to get him places...being the kind of burden he resented.
Giving this dog a chance didn't mean that he was all gung ho about being sightless, he told himself. But it might help him get around on his own.
Wrath turned so that he and George were facing the same direction, then stepped in close to the dog. Leaning to the side, he found the handle and clasped it.
"Now what do we do?"
After a shocked silence, as if he'd surprised the shit out of his peanut gallery, there was some discussion and demonstration, only a quarter of which he heard and absorbed. Evidently, though, it was enough to go with, because he and George were soon taking a trip around the study.
The handle had to be adjusted up to its limit so that Wrath didn't have to list to the side to hold on, and the dog was much better at the whole deal than his charge was. But after a while, the two of them headed out of the study and down the hall. Next trip was hitting the grand staircase and coming back up.
Alone.
When Wrath returned to his office, he faced the group that had gathered-and it was now a big one, as each of his brothers, as well as Lassiter, had apparently joined Beth and Fritz and Mary. Wrath caught the scent of each of them...and there was a f**kload of hope and worry in the breeze as well.
He couldn't blame them for the way they felt, but he didn't like the attention. "How'd you pick the breed, Fritz?" he said, because he needed to fill the silence and there was no reason to ignore the pink elephant in the room.
Or the blond dog, as it were.
The old butler's voice quavered, as if he, along with everyone else, were struggling with emotion. "I, ah...I chose him..." The doggen cleared his throat. "I chose him over the Labradors because he sheds more."
Wrath's blind eyes blinked. "Why would that be a good thing?"
"Because your staff enjoys vacuuming. I thought this would be a lovely gift for them."
"Oh, right...of course." Wrath chuckled a little, and then started to laugh. As the others joined in, some of the tension drained out of the room. "Why didn't I think of that."
Beth came over and kissed him. "We'll just see how you feel, okay?"
Wrath stroked George's head. "Yeah. Okay." He raised his voice. "Enough of the kibitzing. Who's on deck tonight for fighting? V, I need a financial report. Is John still passed out drunk in his bed? Tohr, I'm going to want you to contact the remaining families within the glymera and see if we can get any trainees to come back..."
As Wrath barked out orders, it was good to have answers coming back at him and people moving around to sit and Fritz leaving to clean up after First Meal and Beth settling into Tohr's old chair.
"Oh, and I'm going to have to have something else to sit on," he said as he and George went behind the desk.
"Wow, you dusted that bitch, didn't you," Rhage drawled.
"I can make you something?" V suggested. "I'm good at carving."
"How about a Barcalounger?" Butch cut in.
"You want this chair?" Beth offered.
"If someone can just grab me that wing thing over in the corner by the fireplace?" Wrath said.
When Phury brought it over, Wrath sat down and pulled the chair forward-only to smash both his knees into the desk drawer.
"Okay, that had to hurt," Rhage muttered.
"We need something shorter," someone else said.
"This'll be fine," Wrath bit out tightly, taking his palm off George's handle and rubbing the twin pains. "I don't care what I sit in."
As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog's big head and stroking the soft fur...playing with an ear...dipping down and finding the long waves that flowed from the animal's broad, strong chest.
Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course.
It just felt nice, was all.
Chapter SIXTY-THREE
The following evening, Ehlena watched as her new friend, Roff the locksmith, drilled the holy hell out of the wall safe. The whine of his high-powered tool stung her ears, and the sharp smell of heated metal reminded her of the floor sanitizers that had been used in Havers's clinic. The sense that she was getting something-anything-done, however, made up for all of that.
"Almost finished," the locksmith called out over the din.
"Take your time," she yelled back.
It had become a personal thing between her and the safe, and that sucker was getting opened tonight come hell or high water. After looking all around the master bedroom with the help of the staff, and even going through Montrag's clothes, which had been creepy, she'd phoned the locksmith and was now enjoying the sight of that drill head disappearing farther and farther into metal.
Ultimately, she didn't care what was inside the damn thing, but what was critical was getting past the roadblock of not having the combination-and it was a relief to feel like herself again. She'd always been one to push through the hard stuff...much like that drill.
