Verchiel was as good as his word, and half an hour later he was stretched out on the couch asleep. Katelina dozed more than once, but the tiniest turbulence was enough to jerk her awake. Her tired eyes burned and her stomach was a knot of fear. It was ridiculous. She'd faced vampires, nearly died in bloody battles and watched children burn to death, and yet something mundane like an airplane was enough to give her a panic attack.
She wasn't sure what time it was when Jorick woke. He blinked in surprise to see her awake and then laid a hand to her forehead. The familiar calming sensation flooded her, but this time she sank in to it gratefully. Surely it would be better to sleep through the crash. Wouldn't it?
Her sleep was dreamless, and it was Jorick who woke her with a gentle shake sev
