Chapter 398
Katelina woke the next evening on a cot. It was lumpy and stiff, but it was the most comfortable sleep she'd had in days. She stretched and enjoyed being under a blanket. It was Jorick who lured her out of bed with the promise of breakfast, and she grudgingly trooped to the bathroom.
Hector had let them do laundry the night before and she inhaled the fluffy clean scent of her clothes before she changed into them. Compared to the winter headquarters, this was heaven, so unless the summer headquarters were better, she'd rather stay where she was.
The Russians were still dressed in their borrowed clothes. They kept their eyes on their feet, but their shoulders didn't seem as slumped. Katelina wondered if Hector had chatted with them, and if so what he'd said.
Despite Malick's message, Fethillen stubbornly stuck to the plan. Katelina wanted to shout that a day of travel was a day Malick could change his mind and kill Ume. At Jorick's warning she fumed silently.