to her and seemed to notice her sporadic eating habits,
lengthy naps, and he’d been there once when she’d gotten sick. He gave no indication
that he suspected anything amiss about her but continued to be a gracious host. She was
aware of his ever-observant gaze, though, and felt he was mentally keeping notes on
her. At first she suspected that her mama had asked him to report on her daily activities
but then she decided that they wouldn’t do that. Andru would, though. In fact, Andru
would go a step further. He would demand it.
Early the next morning Ana took off on her glider before Mog showed up to have
breakfast with her. She fought off bouts of nausea as she pulled the glider into the air.
The countryside was beautifully covered with sparkling snow but her stomach turned
too much for her to enjoy it. She focused on her tasks for the day. She needed to check
on her trailer and hope and pray she could unbury it. But she also planned on flying
into Ransboot and picking up some roots and herbs. She remembered the recipe from
her grandmama and knew it was the only solution.
The terminating potion. She’d drank the potion once before when she had only
sixteen winters—she never thought she’d have to drink it again. But it wouldn’t hurt
her to drink it if she wasn’t pregnant and she wouldn’t risk going to see a doctor and
word getting out that she was pregnant.
And she couldn’t be pregnant. Not under these circumstances. Not when she
wasn’t sure who the papa was. Not when the papa could be her twin brother!
The trailer was as buried as she feared. Snow had drifted up against it and the area
around the trailer was covered with drifting snow. She worried about landing and that
she wouldn’t be able to get off the ground again. The best thing to do was go to town
and get what she needed then come back and dig her trailer out of the drifting snow.
She also would contact Mog, thank him for his hospitality, and announce that she was
headed home. If not, they’d have every Runner in Nuworld out looking for her.
It was lunchtime when she returned to the trailer and Ana felt weak from hunger.
She buried the glider as she landed and snow literally collapsed in her lap when her
dome lifted. She’d bought a shovel while in town and pulled it from the glider. She’d
put the small bag of herbs in her inside coat pocket and began digging a path toward
the trailer.
More than once she was sure someone was behind her and several times she turned
around quickly to search the wooded area. Of course, she saw no one…but they were
out there. Of that she had no doubt. Andru was watching her. She could sense him, feel
him, smell him, hell, she could hear his thoughts. She sensed concern and something
else. Was it remorse? Fear? She couldn’t tell, but it was something. She scowled at her
surroundings and sent out her own mental message back to him.
Go away! I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Don’t try to interfere with
what I must do.
Several hours later she was able to open the door to her trailer. Nothing appeared to
be touched, much to her relief. She assumed Lara might be looking for her as well but
she had no idea how to contact her and wasn’t sure she wanted to. Right now, all she
wanted to do was go home and crawl into her warm bed and let the servants take care
of her.
The poisons inside the roots and herbs needed to simmer for two days before the
potion would abort a pregnancy. Ana chopped a sticky root into tiny bits before
sweeping it off the cutting board into the pot on her stove. Unfortunately, the
terminating potion had a repulsive smell and she resigned herself to the fact that her
trailer would have a rather unappealing smell to it for the next few days. She also
resigned herself to the fact that she needed to stock up on food.
She spent the rest of the day sleeping and it wasn’t until the
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