Katelina understood the implications. All but Jorick's fledgling had been found. It stood to reason he'd helped him escape.
Verchiel cleared his throat. "Celandine will want to talk to you of course."
"You mean she wants to dig through my brain?"
"Yeah, something like that. I should warn you, you'll probably find her mind reading ability similar to Malick's."
Katelina shivered involuntarily. "I thought she was a lot younger than him?"
"Oh she is. She's only about five hundred years older than Jorick."
Katelina blinked stupidly. "Five hundred years? You mean she's like a thousand years old?"
"Something like that. Come on, we want to beat him back."
The corridor outside the atrium was deserted. Ark and Jamie were stationed before the remnants of the glass doors. Jamie had a gash that cut from above one eye, over the bridge of his nose, and into his other cheek. Ark looked relatively unharmed.