Jorick brought the suitcase as promised. Katelina dressed, leaving the dirty clothes wet and draped over the shower rod.
Xandria stood outside, smoking. Katelina begged a cigarette. The nicotine tasted good. She closed her eyes, while Xandria chattered, and pretended she was back in the world beforebefore vampires, and blood, and explosions, back when Sarah was her best friend.
Before Jorick.
The last thought brought a sense of loss. She realized Sarah was right. If given the choice to save her or Jorick, he was the one she'd pick. She wasn't sure she'd even hesitate.
But it's supposed to be that way. He's as good as my husband.
The thought left her choking on smoke. Xandria patted her back. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to choke you. I know it was kind of insensitive."
But Katelina hadn't been paying attention. "What was?"
"I asked if you thought Zander prayed naked?"
Katelina choked a second time. "Why would he?"