Chapter 675
I don't know.
Jorick's words settled in her stomach like lead. Still, she followed him to the bathroom where she took a shower and put on clean clothes, transferring things from one set of jeans to the other.
With the crust of last night gone, they headed to the scruffy living room. Brandle sat in the chair, his legs crossed. Micah was flopped on the couch, his foot propped on a stack of magazines. Loren sat next to him, Paylin on his lap. Jayleth was on the floor, shaking his empty bottle, his face puckered in disappointment.
Verchiel sat in front of the tot. "You're the one that drank it all."
Katelina stopped behind the couch. "He probably wants something solid. I told Torina they can eat food."
"Maybe," Verchiel countered. "We don't know how old they are."
"Eh, about a year," Micah said. When everyone looked at him, he shrugged. "What? Ain't you all ever spent time with babies? Shit."