Katelina's dreams were unsettled and exhausting. She woke the next evening feeling anything but rested. Jorick was already gone. She nuzzled his pillow and imagined it was him. It might be normal to wake up everyday and have to go to work, but she'd gotten spoiled. She wanted him there with her, not off doing God knew what for Malick.
At least he hasn't sent him on overnight trips.
The thought was barely comforting. She got up, got dressed and ordered a late breakfast. She watched some TV and had just decided that Verchiel wasn't coming when he let himself in. He wore the ghastly pink shirt he'd warned her about and his usual chirpy grin. Behind him was another redhead, though his hair was a more natural, coppery shade. Like Verchiel, he was only a couple of inches taller than Katelina.
