Katelina ate some horrible pizza that she didn't want, then sat in front of the fire to paint her nails. Jorick and Loren hovered on the couch in silence, and then finally Jorick muttered something about "looking for Beldren and Zuri" before he disappeared out the door, leaving Loren to "keep an eye on things".
The door closed with a finalizing click, and Loren moved to the chair closest to the fireplace. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and tapped his fingers to some silent beat, while he studied Katelina as though she was a book he could open and read.
"What?"
He cocked a solitary eyebrow. "You should be more careful."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Careful about what?"
"When you move things," he replied casually. "The dining room is full of your scent now, and I bet it's strongest in the bottom desk drawer."
Panic fluttered in her chest, but she looked away quickly to compose herself. "I don't know what you're talking about."