Chapter 93

Amaranthine 2068 words 2001-01-01 00:00:00

The night was quiet. They were the only car on the dark highway; speeding steadily towards Oren's new hideout, or war coven, as he called it. Oren sat behind the wheel, his face grim despite his obvious victory, while Jorick sat in the passenger seat, the picture of relaxed elegance. Katelina was tucked into the backseat - better there than next to Oren - with a tatty suitcase. She'd picked it over the duffle bag because it was bigger, and she hoped it held together. If it fell apart that would just be the topper to an otherwise dismal trip.

She pulled her new black stocking hat down over her ears and burrowed her face in the too big coat. Since Jorick had washed it, it smelled like "fresh spring" or something to that effect; a scent that was too perfumy with a catchy name.

They'd been drivi……

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