“Did you have someone in mind?” I asked, my voice frigid with aversion. She grinned. “I’ve gotten permission to give it a try. Shouldn’t take long. They’re going to hold my host for me.” I had to breathe deeply. I was shaking, and Melanie was so full of hate that she was past words. The idea of having the Seeker inside me, even though I knew that I would not be here, was so repugnant that I felt a return of last week’s nausea.
