Chapter 507
Katelina endured another training session with Micah that ended with him flat on his back. She wiped her hands on her pants smugly.
Verchiel and Loren perched on the wooden boxes. Verchiel clapped his hands. Loren whistled and called, "Go Katelina!"
Micah stood, mopping the blood from his face. "You don't need to sound so fucking delighted."
"Come on, she's doing a good job." Verchiel hopped down and put an arm around her shoulders. "Our little Kately is growing up."
She pulled away from him. "You better quit that or you'll end up like him."
Verchiel mimed trembling. "Between you and Jorick, I don't know who to be more frightened of."
Though she rolled her eyes, an image popped into her head of Jorick battling Malick. She saw the guard fall from the roof, a trail of blood leaking from his nose, injured by Jorick's psychic fury. Samael's question echoed in her mind, "Can you love someone you fear?"