When Katelina opened her eyes she was in the helicopter. The steady thrum of the rotors was almost comforting; it meant they were leaving the terrors of the temple behind.

Memories filed into place; Neil, Sadihra. Cyprus' betrayal. Sorino's double cross.

"It was hardly a double cross," Sorino sniffed disdainfully. "If I had not resurrected Samael when I did then who would have frightened Malick away?"

She scoffed. "Don't pretend you planned that."

Jorick ...