The sound of his voice wasn't easy to get used to. Not even after she began hearing it daily. A single word spoken in his high, cold tenor made her skin crawl and erupt into goosebumps. When he was near enough that she could smell his foul breath or feel it on the back of her neck, it was worse. Power and malevolence poured off of him in heavy, crashing waves. No one was immune to the discomfort it caused. Not even the men and women who had been there for decades.