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tell him to back off. I
    don’t want anything to do with him.”
     
    “Why are you so upset with your brother?” Tara’s tone showed her concern. The
    twins had always been inseparable and Ana knew she would have to choose her words
    carefully or her parents would grill the truth out of her. That would not be an option.
     
    “I’m not upset with him—yes, I am. Mama, Papa, you tell Andru I’ll come home
    when he agrees to stay out of my life. He needs to learn that I won’t be controlled
    anymore…he doesn’t own me. If he hadn’t been following me I would know why this
    Lara person is stealing Runner lasers and clothing. She was taking me somewhere
    earlier today and they cancelled everything when they detected Gothman.”
     
    Tara ran her hands through her hair and sighed loud enough for Ana to hear.
     
    “We’ll contact him, but I want you home soon and I want a full report on what
    you’ve seen.”
     
    The screen went blank and Ana stared at it for a minute. They would contact Andru
    and ask him to explain why his sister spoke so harshly. Would he know why? Did he
    remember that he saw her that morning before she left? Did Gilroy realize it was her
    he’d shared with her brother? Ana’s stomach began to churn and she ran to the
    bathroom and threw up.
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    “Oh no,” Ana groaned when she opened the door to the trailer the next morning to
    let Mog come in.
     
    “I’m afraid we’re snowed in.” He stomped his feet on the single step outside the
    door before entering the trailer. “We got over a foot of snow last night. It might be a
    good idea if you stayed with us for a few days and let this storm work its way through
    our area.”
     
    Ana nodded and went over to sit at the table.
     
    “You don’t look good this morning. Are you okay?” Mog cocked his head to study
    her and she looked up at him. He grinned slightly and she felt her cheeks warm.
     
    “I might be coming down with something. I’ve felt queasy the last few days and all
    I want to do today is sleep.”
     
    Mog studied her for a minute and then walked into the kitchen to start water
    boiling. The clean kitchen gave evidence that she’d not eaten yet today and he grabbed
    several eggs out of the small refrigerator then put them in a pot and filled it with water.
    She watched as he pulled a loaf of bread out of the cupboard and began slicing it. When
    she stood to help him he held up a hand.
     
    “Sit. You are my guest. Allow me to serve you.”
     
    “That hardly fits your rank.”
     
    “Are you or are you not the heir to all Runner clans?”
     
    “You’ve been studying up on me?” She smiled and his eyes danced.
     
    “There’s not a lot to do when you’re in the middle of a snowstorm. I also received
    communication from Tara. She wants to make sure you’re treated well while you’re
    here.”
     
    And guarded heavily, she thought to herself. Mog fed her soft-boiled eggs with
    bread and butter. He also managed to offer hot, spiced tea and orange slices. Mog sat
    and made small talk with her discussing the different tasks he undertook daily as leader
    of a clan. She was familiar with everything he mentioned but commented little while
    she ate. Once, he got up and buttered more bread for her, which she accepted
    appreciatively. She couldn’t believe how much food she ate and was glad Mog didn’t
    say anything about her appetite.
     
    It continued to snow over the next several days and Ana grew concerned she
    wouldn’t be able to dig out her trailer if she didn’t deal with it soon. She also grew
    concerned about something else. She was over a week late in having her cycle flow. She
    had taken the anti-conception medication before she left her clan and being late
     

 
    wouldn’t have triggered any alarm with her normally but she’d noticed a pattern of
    nausea every morning now for the past two weeks. Crator, please don’t let me be pregnant.
     
    Mog paid close attention