Chapter 161
Jorick glanced up at the newcomer as if deciding whether to answer or not. "Hello, Beldren."
Beldren. That was a name Katelina recognized. He was one of the Executioners who'd come to their house looking for Oren, and then to the motel room with Senya. The memories made her blood run cold.
"Jorick." He nodded and ignored Katelina completely. "I heard you were summoned."
"Yes. However the invitation was rather lacking."
Though no one asked him to, Beldren took a seat. "I heard they sent Verchiel."
Jorick growled low in his throat; a mixture of disgust and anger. "Who is he?"
"He replaced Mary after the uprising in Arizona. 1920-something. Malick is fond of him, though I think he's a bit flash and unpredictable."
"He's certainly something," Jorick snarled.
For the second time that night Katelina stared at Jorick with horror. How could he calmly talk to an Executioner? Especially one who'd helped Senya? There was no way he could claim Beldren's allegiance had changed!