Chapter 76: Strange
We were brought into a room that could only be described as a throne room. Seriously, just how important did Dante think he was to have an actual red and gold throne in the middle of an empty room?
The floors under our feet were a white marble that seemed to slant slightly toward the middle of the room. I was sure that the fact that there was a drain in the floor should have worried me, but all I could think of was just how easy that would make clean up.
I mean, if it were my throne room, I would have black marble floors with black walls and black columns on either side, creating a path to the throne.
But the focal point of the room would be like this one... a massive throne. Maybe made from black velvet with pristine white skulls and the bones of the people who pissed me off.
But not this gaudy thing that looked like he had watched too many crappy movies.
Lost in the make-believe world I managed to create, it took me a few seconds to realize that Tank had stopped walking.
Placing me gently on my feet, he pulled me back so that I was resting against his chest as his arms circled around me.
Mathis stood at Tank’s side, his head held high as the rest of the men took up positions on either side of the throne, staring down at us like we were on trial or something.
It would actually be quite amusing if I couldn’t feel Tank’s stress and concern.