Chapter 190
When Jorick went to feed the next night, she tagged along again. It was an uneventful half an hour, and when he'd finished, they walked back to the house and then drove the short distance to Loren's. It was becoming a familiar location. As they entered, the fat white cat, now at home on the kitchen counter, hissed and dashed towards the bedrooms.
"You've made a friend for life," Jorick commented as he moved to the phone.
"How do you know it hates me and not you?"
Instead of answering, he called Oren. Though their conversation was a mutual exchange of information, it was short and ended with, "I suppose there's no other choice."
He hung up the phone and turned to her, his forehead puckered.
"Well?"
"Oren wants to go rescue him."
She'd known that answer was coming, but asked anyway, "Why is Oren so keen to help him?"