Chapter 121
Kateesha's lieutenant had very little to say. He sat in the cold fire pit in the throne room, his hands and feet tied, and a look of satisfied martyrdom on his face. Kerosene soaked wood was stacked around his feet and Oren stood in front of him, a torch in his hand. The war coven, with the exception of their one casualty - one of the dark haired vampires Katelina hadn't been introduced to - stood in little pockets near the proceedings. Anya and Thomas stood close together, both angry at the accusations of espionage.
Katelina glanced across the room to Jorick. He stared straight ahead, his face a mask, as if what transpired was of no consequence to him. They'd had to enter separately - Katelina officially escorted by Oren - and now stood apart, for fear that someone would claim they were conspiring. Like she cared.
Micah stepped towards the uncooperative prisoner. "Answer him!"