Page 156 of Seven Oars
She described the interaction with Phex in more detail.“Tutti’s there. But anyway, he isn’t concerned about our food supply—yet.”
Which was a code way to convey that Phex wasn’t in a hurry to start sending out signals.
“Since you’ve seen the Striker,” Eze slanted a loaded glance at Rosamma,“tell us whathethinks.”
Rosamma had difficulties looking her friends in the eye. Her face was warming up again as she fought to block out the memories from the Dome.
The sensations were more difficult to vanquish, and they heated her blood.His hands on her skin.Those teeth under her tongue as he let her explore his mouth.That painful give inside her body at his first full thrust…
“About our food running out?” Her voice came out slightly hoarse.“He didn’t answer.”
“What else did he say?”
Rosamma fidgeted.“Nothing. He doesn’t talk much.”
They had been too busy to talk…
“But he knows we have a problem,” Eze pressed.
“Of course.”
“He’ll have to make contact with the outside world,” Eze rationalized.“It’s the only way to survive.”
Gro was pensive.“It seems we can now afford to wait and see how it pans out.”
Rosamma nodded.
She could wait.Like it or not, the Tana-Tana“treatment” boosted her energy, and she once again felt stronger and more alert.
Her thoughts turned to her brother.How was he faring?
He would be alive, she had to believe it. She would know if it were no longer the case.
Have no fear.
Two men had told her the same thing at different times. Strong, dominant males with honed survival skills.
For her sanity, she would do well to listen.
*****
Anske showed up in the Cargo Hold with Galan in tow.
“Again?” Gro said sourly.
“Again what?”
“Snack time followed by hymns?”
“Hymns uplift our spirit. We mean every word we sing,” Anske replied drolly.
She didn’t mention snacks.
“Your fervor doesn’t cancel out the fact that you sound like a broken blender,” Gro told her.
Anske sputtered.
Galan’s hand shot out and grabbed Gro by the neck.“What did you say to her?”
