There was nothing to do but wait for Andrei. Katelina took advantage of the downtime to do laundry. She had to pull Verchiel's coat out of the dryer. Singed and full of holes, she wasn't sure it was worth saving.

Two hours later, she was in the middle of folding her second load when Micah wandered in, lugging a military style duffel bag.

"Hey, slave, wash this."

She didn't look up from Jorick's black shirt. "Hey, jack ass, wash it yourself."

"What the ...