Mason Reed, still in full Raymond Dark costume and makeup was on his knees to the left of the throne, vogue-ing for the photographer setting up his shot.

Lee was to the right of the throne. Also in character. Also on his knees. As Tony watched, the Shadowlord reached out and ran his fingers through Lee’s hair. Eyes closed, the actor leaned into the touch.

Tony felt himself responding to that, too. On a couple of levels. Fingers tightening on the edge of a supporting two-by-four, he decided to go with, Get your hands off him, you fucking bastard!

Closely followed by, I don’t get to touch. You don’t get to touch!

Where the hell was Henry?

And Arra?

Were they waiting for him?

Did he have to do everything?

Mason froze as the flash went off and the photographer set up for another shot.

He’s documenting his conquest, Tony realized. Both cameras were ready to shoot the set. He could see Peter, Tina, and Sorge wrapped in discussion over at the monitors, Everett was waiting out of shot with his touch-up kit, and everyone not actually working was gathered to one side, watching. Watching the throne. Watching the photographer.

Waiting.

For the gate to open?

No, too early.

For the fight.

For him.

I guess that’s my cue.

Yeah, like I’m just going to walk out there . . .

“I know you’re here, Tony.”

Tony’s heart slammed against his ribs. Fuck! Excellent timing, he had to give him that.

“I have a part of you in me. You have a part of me in you.”

You wish! He fought for control as the Shadowlord’s voice filled the soundstage, realizing the bastard didn’t know exactly where he was or there’d be more going on than just talking. He glanced down at his shadow. It quivered. Not good.

“We’re connected. I can feel your fear. I can feel your need.”

Like I need to hear your cheesy fucking dialogue?

“If you’re waiting for Arra Pelindrake, I wouldn’t bother. She’s an old woman. I’ve destroyed everything she ever cared about. She’s nothing. A remnant. She knows she can’t destroy me just as she’s always known it. If she fights with you, it’s only because her guilt is driving her to end it.”