Chapter 96

Jorick caught Katelina's hand and they trooped through the snow, towards the forest at the back of the house. As they walked, she contemplated Jorick's history. The letters had taught her that he'd quit being an Executioner in the late 1860s, in fact if that had been his last job, then he'd quit in 1868. Many of the vampires in Oren's war coven didn't seem that old. In fact, Oren would have to be the oldest in order to lead, right? So, why would the rest hate him? It wasn't as if he'd done anything to some of them, like the vampire with the tattooed face.

"Ah, Micah," Jorick replied out loud. "He just dislikes me on principle."

"Really? That's great." She couldn't help but think that out of all the vampires in the world, she'd picked the least popular one. True, she'd never dated what anyone could term a "real winner" yet, so she supposed it made sense that it wouldn't be any different in the vampire world.

"I wouldn't say I'm not a winner," Jorick exclaimed with feigned insult.