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 ...