When they were airborne Wolfe threw off his belt and strode purposefully toward the prisoners, Sadihra on his heels. He'd barely disappeared through the door before Jorick did the same.
Katelina caught his arm. "Where are you going?"
His dark eyes twinkled. "Wolfe can only interrogate one at a time. I don't see why I shouldn't speak to the other."
"You're going to leave me alone? What if we crash?"
"In that case, I fail to see what difference my presence could make." She glared and he gave a weary sigh. "If we start to crash I'll race back to you, is that better? Or you could come with me."
"I don't like walking around with the belt unfastened."
"Suit yourself." He pulled his arm away and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back."
He disappeared through the door. She fidgeted and then she unclasped the belt and hurried after him, muttering a prayer as she went.