Joseph pulled up in front of the house and cut the engine. He got out and walked around, opening the door for Mr. Rozen. Izaak, hating that kind of thing, opened his own door and got out, still moving slowly. They walked up the steps and into the foyer. Izaak immediately saw a tall, thin man standing in Rozen's office, his back to the open doors.
"Izaak, wait here while I speak to my guest." Izaak nodded and simply stood there, another wave of nausea hitting him. Maria appeared next to him with a cup of steaming tea.
"Muchas gracias, Maria" he said, not having the energy for their usual game.
"De nada, Señor Izaak. Now drink. It's a bark, that when ground up and boiled, is good against the bite of el hombre lobo."
Izaak blinked; he had not realized until then that the pain in his shoul
