“You could use a drink.”Jones kept staring at Goth, his fingers twitching, sweat beading on his face. Goth stared back, his face impassive beneath the black sunglasses and black beard.“William,” said Wycliffe. “You look sick. Make sure you drink something before we arrive. And for God’s sake, smile.”Goth’s lips split in a hideous grin, the tips of his yellowed fangs visible, and his sunglasses flickered with red light. Senator Jones shrieked and jerked back into his seat, his hands clawing at the door. “Sit still!” said Wycliffe, the Voice snarling. Jones went rigid, and Wycliffe glared at Goth. “Control yourself.”Goth chuckled.“Very funny,” said Wycliffe. “How well do you think this appearance will go if the future president of the United States soils himself?”Goth said nothing.Wycliffe sighed. “Try to restrain yourself. These solid citizens of Middle America have never seen the likes of you before.” He dropped his voice. “And make certain things go as I wish.”Goth made a tiny nod. “And you, Senator!”
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