Chapter 334
When Katelina opened her eyes she was in the helicopter. The steady thrum of the rotors was almost comforting; it meant they were leaving the terrors of the temple behind.
Memories filed into place; Neil, Sadihra. Cyprus' betrayal. Sorino's double cross.
"It was hardly a double cross," Sorino sniffed disdainfully. "If I had not resurrected Samael when I did then who would have frightened Malick away?"
She scoffed. "Don't pretend you planned that."
Jorick made a derisive noise in his throat and Verchiel interrupted. "What's done is done." He offered her a tired smile. "Feeling better?"
She looked past him to where Sadihra lay on the floor. Wolfe hovered over her, her face cupped in his hands. It was like looking at Rachel and Kale all over again. One dead and one alive.
"She isn't dead," Jorick said to her unspoken thoughts. "Only wounded."