"Senya," Katelina whispered and clutched desperately at her towel, as if it would save her. What was she doing there - what were Executioners doing there - in their motel room?
Jorick was on his feet and planted in front of them in an instant. His dark eyes snapped flame and he demanded furiously, "What do you want."
Senya regarded Jorick haughtily. "We're looking for Oren."
Jorick gave an impatient snort. "He isn't here, so get out."
"You're very demanding, all things considered."
Jorick ignored her and looked to Beldren. "If you're so desperate to find him, then why didn't you apprehend him at the last battle? I hear you were there."
Senya's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Yes," she snapped. "We were. However, we had other priorities."
Jorick was just a little too smug. "Like staying
