Jorick was back in their room, readying for bed. "How nice of you to join me," he teased as he shut the door.

"I couldn't leave you on your own." She popped the suitcase open and fished out a pair of pajamas.

"Zander wants to speak to you."

She stiffened. "Yeah. I heard him talking to Brandle."

"You mean shouting?" Jorick asked with a chuckle.

She peeled off her jeans and pulled her pajama pants on. "I don't want involved. What if they're right? ...