Katelina stared at the window where light leaked around the dressers. Despite the precautions, the room was far from dark, and whether because of the light or her nerves, she couldn't find sleep.

Jorick stirred beside her and murmured, "You should rest, little one."

"I know, but I can't." She stopped short of mentioning why; the panic, the worry, the hovering thoughts of certain death. He'd know them all, anyway.

A sudden wave of relaxation crashed over her, and ...