There are still groups out there who think that we hold secrets to eternal life or that we make perfect soldiers. We have to stay alert. They’ve tried to recapture some of us before.” Laci glared at them for a moment, then turned away and stared straight ahead, determined to ignore them. Darion was more relieved than angered by her impassioned speech. She was still throwing the past—and Satira—at them in order to distance herself from them, but he could live with that for a little longer. It was the way she spoke of children, wanting to see that their home was safe before a child was born that relieved him. She didn’t know it, but she was almost there. Soon she would acknowledge that she belonged with them. A Norik woman had to want to have a child. She had to picture herself holding her mate’s baby before it was even possible. Her attitude showed that she’d thought about children before and wasn’t repelled by the idea. Darion smiled as he caught Alek’s eyes. He knew that Alek had heard the desire in her voice when she’d spoken of children.
