Chapter 91
Jorick and Katelina completed their morning rituals; she dressed and threw a cardboard carton in the oven, while he disappeared to go hunt down some poor animal. He didn't stray very far from the house, so she knew that was what he fed on. They didn't live in a thriving metropolis with passersby.
Jorick returned and she ate. With nothing to clean and nowhere to go, they found themselves seated uncomfortably in what was left of the front room. Jorick sat in one of the wing backed chairs and read while Katelina sprawled on the couch and tried to concentrate on a boring book. It was nearly midnight when she instinctively felt him stiffen. She glanced up to find that she was right; he sat rigidly in the chair, his head tilted as he listened intently.