Katelina dropped on the bed, still wrapped in a towel. Lost in thought, she jumped when the door opened. It was Jorick, covered in grime. He nodded to her and disappeared for a shower. When he emerged he smelled of soap.
Katelina picked at the bedspread as he sat next to her. "You don't think Sarah's bad, do you?"
"I don't know," he said slowly. "She was unconscious when they left."
"That's what I keep telling myself. Kali forced her to step in front of her, and from there on she was out of it. Maybe if she'd been awake she'd have fought them."
Jorick stroked Katelina's naked shoulder as she went on. "If she's a victim, what stops Kali from killing her? She used her as a shield because Samael promised he wouldn't hurt anyone I cared about. But at the end, he intended to break his promise."
"Maybe not."
She nodded firmly. "I know he did. He told me so."