Verchiel chose that moment to barge in, whistling to himself, Jamie on his heels. "Sorry, are we interrupting?"
Katelina flushed and hurried to get up, while Jorick scowled.
Jamie cleared his throat and took his place in front of the laptop. "It's Kali, with a K. Her master is-" he paused and frowned. "Her master is-I don't remember, but I know I read it." The more he clicked, the deeper the lines on his forehead grew. "I know I saw it."
"Or thought you saw it," Verchiel said gleefully. "If she's as old as Kately made her sound-"
Jamie looked annoyed as he clicked through page after page. "I resent the insinuation she tricked me. If I read her file then it means it's here. Ah. Look. Kalie. Fledgling of Marguerite, turned 1912."
Verchiel pushed away from the table. "That isn't very old. I ruled out everyone who was turned after 1500."
"Yes," Jamie snapped. "That's obviously not her. But"