The movements were too minute for him to
have... The movements were too minute for him to
have any chance of seeingHe would not be able to do this until I explained
I slid one fingertip carefully along the back ridge of the tiny silver creature until my finger was
almost entirely inserted into the hot opening at the base of the host body's neckI traced my way
to the anterior antennae, feeling the taut lines of the bound attachments stretched tight like harp
strings into the deeper recesses of her head
I twisted my finger around the underside of the soul's body, caressing down from the first
segment along the other line of attachments, as stiff and profuse as the bristles of a brush
I felt carefully at the juncture of
men's omega watch these tight strings, at the tiny joints, no bigger than pinheadsI
stroked my way about a third of the way downI could have counted, but that would have taken
a very long timeIt would be the two hundred seventeenth connection, but there was another
way to find itThere it was, the little ridge that made this joint just a bit bigger–a seed pearl
rather than a pinheadIt was smooth under my fingertip
I pressed against it with gentle pressure, tenderly massagingKindness was always the way of
the souls
And, though the soul could not hear me, it obeyedThe harp strings loosened, went slackI
could feel the slither as they retracted, feel the slight swelling of the body as it absorbed
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The process took no more than a few beats of my heartI held my breath until I felt the soul
undulate under my touch
I let it twist itself a little farther out, and then I curled my fingers gently around the tiny, fragile
bodyI lifted it, silver and gleaming, wet with blood that was quickly shed from the smooth
casing, and cradled it in my handThe soul whose name I'd never known billowed like a silver wave in my
hand… a lovely feathered ribbon
I couldn't hate the Seeker in this formAn almost maternal love swept through me
“Sleep well, little one,” I whispered
I turned toward the faint hum of the cryotank, just to my leftJared held it low and angled, so it
was a simple
prada fairy matter for me to ease the soul into the shockingly cold air that gusted from the
openingI let it slide into the small space and then carefully relatched the lid
I took the cryotank from Jared, easing it rather than tugging it, turning it with care until it was
vertical, and then I hugged it to my chestThe outside of the tank was the same temperature as
the warm roomI cradled it to my body, protective as any mother
I looked back at the stranger on the tableDoc was already dust-ing Smooth over the sealed
woundWe made a good team: one attending to the soul, the other to the bodyEveryone was
taken care of
Doc looked up at me, his eyes full of exhilaration and wonder“Amazing,” he
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was incredible
“Good job,” I whispered back
“When do you think she'll wake up?” Doc asked
“That depends on how much chloroform she inhaled
“And if she's still thereWe'll have to wait and see
Before I could ask, Jared lifted the nameless woman tenderly from the cot, rolled her face-up,
and laid her on another, cleaner resting placeThis tenderness did not move meThis tenderness
was for the human, for Melanie
Doc went with him, checking her pulse, peeking under her lidsHe shone a flashlight into her
unconscious eyes and watched the pupils constrictNo light reflected back to blind himHe and
Jared exchanged a long glance
“She really did it,” Jared said, his voice
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