Catalina was loaded onto one of the guards' horses, and they headed off. Though the journey there had taken several days, if Jorick was right, they would reach Malick in two nights, taking a more direct route now that they weren't following meandering rogues.
Rogues. Were they really rogues, though? A rogue was a masterless vampire who did as they pleased, no laws to follow, no care for who they hurt or slaughtered. By such definition, the pair had never qualified.
No wonder there was no trail of dead for me to follow.
Reymen found it disconcerting that Malick had chosen not to reveal the truth of their crime when he'd sent the assignment. Had he known in advance, he'd have been better prepared when faced with the pair's memories, better able to handle them.
His uncomfortable thoughts
