Chapter 395
They laid down to sleep, and Katelina stared through the darkness. Now that they knew Malick was behind the attacks, it changed everything. She could still picture his revolt at The Guild; how vampires and humans alike had fallen in waves as he drew near, blood pouring from their ears and their eyes as they screamed, the way Malick had seemed to float as he and his followers marched over piles of corpses, his face emotionless, even serene.
And he plans to do that to the whole world.
The wind howled against the building and she shivered and pressed herself closer to Jorick. He was still warm, but she knew by the next evening he'd be freezing cold. The abandoned building had been bad enough, but it had been warmer there. Here there was very little to stop her from freezing to death.
At least the Russians will survive, she thought sarcastically. They spent so much time huddled together that they should stay warm.