Traveling by night, it took Kateesha and Daniel a week to get to The Guild's fortifications in Iowa. Half brick, half wood, what would soon be a monstrosity was only partially finished. Kateesha could imagine the coming grandeur, but she didn't care. This was the third location since she'd come to the new country. It would move again.
Though the last move had come from New York to Massachusetts by order of their masters across the sea, this one had been Malick's choosing. "A more central location," he'd called it. And, though he did not say, closer to Jorick's new den in the Nebraska territory. She'd thought herself of moving there, nearer to her brother in blood.
Not that he would appreciate such things. He had made a home there, of sorts, and in it he had stashed a wife; a timid creat
