Leo shook her head. “A season? Longer? Who can say? I’m not a medic, but I’ll wager the baby will strain her system and the symbiont.”
“Can she get a new one?” At Leo’s look of horror, he demanded, “What?”
“You can’t just switch symbionts like you’d change your pants! It would be murder.”
“Andrea would die?”
“I don’t know, but the symbiont would for sure. Their systems are far too integrated now. Just give it time. It will regenerate.”
Mathin
“Another hour. Why?” Leo looked at her in the rearview mirror.“It’s so desolate. How do you make a living here?”Leo laughed. “We eat what doesn’t eat us.” At Andrea’s wary silence, she added, “We farm and hunt the swamp. We mine the minerals here. Many of our technologies are deliberately kept low-tech and sustainable, however. We use wood, natural fiber, stone, metal and leather instead of synthetics or chemicals, and we still make our soaps with fat and lye. Many of our lights and heat sources are oil or wood.”Fat and lye? Wood stove cooking? Andrea was dismayed. Even the Haunt had something like electricity. “Tell me y
Scy glared at her. “You couldn’t find a glass?” He removed the wet pitcher from its precariously balanced position, set it on the floor and wiped at the wet leather with his hand.“She might be very thirsty.” Leo gave him a cheeky grin.“Leo, love,” Scy wrapped one arm around her shoulders and escorted her to the curtain. In the crook of his other arm he held the bowl. “Do you see this curtain? Beyond it is my kitchen. I promise not to tell anyone you’ve turned domestic if you go in there and set out a meal for us. You won’t even have to cook; I’ve taken care of everything. Just take out the roast and the vegetables, warm them, and set out a few plates. Can you do that?” Again his words were mild,
Scy frowned. “Charge?”“What is your going rate for services? I can pay you.”“Oh.” His brow cleared. “Truthfully, I won’t be doing much until the birth. Can you cook?” He gave her a boyish grin. “I admit to having an incessant sweet tooth.”Andrea grinned. “Just give me your favorite recipes. I think I can fulfill your every dessert fantasy. Leo can introduce me to any ingredients I might not be familiar with.”“Leo!” Scy stared at her, incredulous. “You might want to find someone who can actually cook.” A low growl came
“Scy?” Leo spoke as if drawing a total blank.Annoyed on his behalf, for she liked the healer, Andrea retorted, “Yes, him. He’s cute.”Leo’s lip curled. “He’s a healer. If he weren’t also a fine hunter and very skilled at woodwork…” She shook her head. “I will not marry a nearly useless healer.”Baffled at her attitude, Andrea frowned. “Doctors are very respected where I come from, and well paid.”An odd look crossed Leo’s face, then it cleared. “I forget you have no symbionts. Such men as Scy are all but unneeded here.
Certain he would follow through with his threat, she sighed. “You remember Mathin?”His gaze sharpened. “The Haunt who chased you around Jayem’s citadel and halfway into the swamp? I remember.”She rolled her eyes and leaned against the deck rail. “It was a passing fancy for him.”“She’s his?” He shook his head, irked. “What did you think, that I would force her to leave or see her harmed after I learned of her condition? You know how I feel about my own wife and children.” He looked out over the village, his eyes troubled. “Besides, she’s not the only woman to come back carrying a questionable child.”
“Whatever.” Andrea waved her objections away. “It worked. Two: So far as we know, only Haunt can detect the charmer. So we ask Scy if there is any other way he can think of, then see if he has any records from his predecessor that might indicate human/Haunt crosses in your midst.”Leo sat up. “That’s not possible!”Andrea placed a hand on her stomach. “Is. Scy did say it was rare for your women to have hard labors, seemed to think it a strong indicator of rape, maybe by Haunt. Cases of pre-labor sickness could give a strong clue.”A little green, Leo nodded. “You’re right. I never thought of it.”
A pink blush made Leo’s expression of misery more acute. “I’m sorry…” She stumbled on the words, unable to go on.He picked up the wood he’d been carving, just held it. “It doesn’t matter.”But it had to. Andrea’s throat ached. How apart he must feel; one of the Ronin, but more as well. Was that why he hadn’t yet married? Did he dread his wife discovering who he was and possibly loathing him for it? To be the child of rape...she couldn’t imagine. But this was so much harder. “Do you have any brothers and sisters?” she asked softly.“No. No family that acknowledges me. Mathin’s other spawn and I don&r
Andrea jumped up and put one hand on each of them. They didn’t really want to go there, did they? “I believe you, so let’s not waste time with this, shall we?” Her calm tone belied her thumping heart. “We can just as easily come up with a new plan, can’t we, Leo?” When both combatants stared at her suspiciously, she lifted her brows in mock surprise and made an “O” of her mouth. “Unless you’d like me to leave you two here alone to resolve this?” She tried for a leer.It was comical how swiftly the two broke apart.“Stay out of trouble,” Scy warned them. One hand rested on his hip while the other ran distractedly through his hair. He was half-turned away, and breathing rather hard. Andre