Chapter 639
There was nothing to do but wait for Andrei. Katelina took advantage of the downtime to do laundry. She had to pull Verchiel's coat out of the dryer. Singed and full of holes, she wasn't sure it was worth saving.
Two hours later, she was in the middle of folding her second load when Micah wandered in, lugging a military style duffel bag.
"Hey, slave, wash this."
She didn't look up from Jorick's black shirt. "Hey, jack ass, wash it yourself."
"What the fuck kind of answer is that? You're supposed to respect your master."
"Right. Like you do."
He jerked the nearest of four washers open. "Mine's a different story. I told ya already, he ain't in the picture."
She set the shirt aside and started on another. "You expect me to believe he turned you and walked off? Why didn't you go after him?"
"Because I didn't know where to go, plus I didn't know the lunatic." Micah dumped the bag into the machine. "I ain't in the mood for a history lesson, girlie."