"Jorick?"

Something stirred behind a huge palm. Verchiel stepped out. His face was neutral, but his eyes were hard. "He's in Brandle's room with Oren. They're having a meeting."

Shit. She'd followed the wrong vampire.

"Oh. Thanks."

He leaned on the back of a chair and looked over the pool. "You're welcome." When she didn't move he added, "You'd better run along before he decides to blame that on me as well."

"I wish the two of you would stop ...