John threw back his head and laughed.
“Yes, descendant of Ealdakin,” he said, as though pronouncing a name he loathed. “You aren’t as slow-witted as I thought. You got that right, too. I will soon rule over your world as well. It is time for my reign!”
Mark gulped, feeling lightheaded. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear more of it.
The others must have felt the same way. They shivered and huddled together.
His heart sank, though, when he saw the look on the cowboy’s face. It was a look Mark would never forget, a look that made Mark ashamed and feel as if he’d done something more evil than John.
Mark turned away from Andrew’s glare with a sick feeling he’d never felt before.