Still, he had already shouted for a rabbit in formal clothes and gotten an answer. Perhaps dignity had left the room several floors ago.
Kael lifted his chin slightly. "Tower, I have a compla—"
The pressure arrived before he finished speaking.
It did not come down like the presence of the Fist King, whose aura had felt like standing too close to a predator that could pulp him whenever it became bored. It did not feel hostile at all. There was no killing intent, no anger, no sense that whatever had noticed him wanted him dead. Yet the instant it focused on him, Kael's entire body locked.
