Katelina followed the slaves to Micah's room. They carried him inside and dropped him onto the bed. Without a word, they turned and filed out.
She stared uncomfortably at the unconscious vampire. He was sprawled on his back, limbs at every angle, his eyes closed and his mouth open. She glanced around, as if afraid someone might see, and then tried to straighten him out.
"Oh my God!"
She jumped away to find Loren skidding to a halt next to the low, lumpy bed. "Is he okay?"
"He will be when he wakes up." She wiped her hands on her shirt and took another step back, distancing herself from the bald vampire. "Thadimus' slaves knocked him out."
Loren bit his lip. "I heard the commotion, but Jorick said to ignore it."
"It's just as well you did," Jorick said from the doorway. "Or you'd have
