"Senya," Katelina whispered and clutched desperately at her towel, as if it would save her. What was she doing there - what were Executioners doing there - in their motel room?

Jorick was on his feet and planted in front of them in an instant. His dark eyes snapped flame and he demanded furiously, "What do you want."

Senya regarded Jorick haughtily. "We're looking for Oren."

Jorick gave an impatient snort. "He isn't here, so get out."

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