Katelina found Jorick in a back entry hall, flipping through a stack of paperwork. He excused himself to join her.
"What's wrong?"
"Sarah." She detailed the fight and Jorick's expression turned grim.
"I was worried about something like this. There's not much you can do, little one. Just give her time. When she heals she'll be back."
"If she does," Katelina murmured. "Jorick, I saw it. I saw the cell, and Kurt, and what he did to her. How they starved and tried to drink from each other."
"Life's not pretty, Katelina, even immortal life. I've tried to protect you from it, but her story isn't unusual. Many vampires were turned to be a personal army, and many more abused by their masters, or taken as mortal slaves who had their humanity drained with their blood. I wasn't a killer before I met Malick, yet my story is one of the better ones. With immortality usually comes anguish. Those who survive are those who are strong enough to move past it."
"What if she's not?"