It was three a.m. when they got to Katelina's home town and parked at the motel. Jorick went to the office and returned with two keys. He handed one to Xandria, then looked pointedly at Micah. "I assume you can make your own arrangements?"

Loren fumbled in his pocket and frowned. "Um-actually-"

Micah clapped him on the back. "Yeah, we'll take care of ourselves. Come on, pipsqueak. Let's take a walk. My legs are all fucking cramped from that tiny ass backseat."

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