Jorick woke Katelina several hours later. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and asked what time it was.
"Nearly one, which should be plenty of time." As an afterthought Jorick added, "We're here."
The back door of the van opened and Oren leaned in, scowling. "Hectia isn't here."
Hectia. The name was only semi-familiar to Katelina, and conjured an image of a dark haired vampiress with a childish temperament. Like so many of Jorick and Oren's relationships in the vampire world, the one with Hectia was tenuous and crisscrossed with lies and carefully balanced politics. A former enemy of Oren's, Hectia believed she owed him now that her master was dead. She didn't really, but Katelina wasn't going to tell her that.
"Maybe she's late?" Jorick climbed out into the snow. "She did agree to help?"
