Chapter 522
It was three a.m. when they got to Katelina's home town and parked at the motel. Jorick went to the office and returned with two keys. He handed one to Xandria, then looked pointedly at Micah. "I assume you can make your own arrangements?"
Loren fumbled in his pocket and frowned. "Um-actually-"
Micah clapped him on the back. "Yeah, we'll take care of ourselves. Come on, pipsqueak. Let's take a walk. My legs are all fucking cramped from that tiny ass backseat."
As they wandered away, Katelina had a bad feeling about their jaunt. "They're looking for a meal they can rob, aren't they?"
Jorick shrugged.
The motel room had tiny windows and blackout curtains. With the bed clear across the room, Jorick declared it "safe enough", then disappeared for a shower. He returned smelling of soap and said it was her turn.