Page 45 of The Last True Hero
He didn't like it—hated it in fact—but he followed Mia into the tunnel, focusing on her ass. She'd put a strut into her stride that drew all eyes, and he figured it was safer to think of how much he wanted her, rather than give rise to the feral feelings inside him. Adam rubbed his chest, the cool pewter of the amulet beneath his shirt. Every day felt like the warg grew a little bigger inside his skin.
The tunnel led to a huge adobe building with steel doors. Moko waited for them nervously. Inside the doors, the building opened into a huge courtyard with dirty walls, yet there were lush plants everywhere and water trickled from somewhere. On a balcony overlooking the courtyard stood a man in flowing white robes, a neatly trimmed beard, and a pair of loose pants around his waist. His bare chest was oiled, and his blond hair was pale.
Cypher?
The man didn't look dangerous. Adam watched him as they strode up the stairs, but... he wasn't getting the right vibe.
"Newcomers," Moko said, pausing at the top of the steps and not daring to venture any further. He reeked of nervousness all of a sudden. "Here to pay their respects to Cypher."
The man's blue eyes looked glassily uncurious. "I'll take them."
He gestured the four of them toward the canvas curtains blowing in the arch. Behind them, Adam could smell faint traces of motor oil, gunpowder, and blood.
Time to meet the master of Rust City.
