“What do you suppose that will be like?”
A frown tugged at the corners of Harry"s mouth, and he bowed his head to stare into his lap. “I honestly don"t know,” he said. “But I would imagine that they"ll keep her away from the more dangerous missions until she gets her symbiont.”
“Do something for me, Harry.”
He looked up to find his ex-wife watching him with eyes that glistened, her blonde hair a mess. Was she crying? He couldn"t remember the last time Della had ever cried about anything. “Take her to Leyria.”
“To Leyria?”
With a grunt, Della stood and then lost her balance, bracing one hand on the table for support. Was everything all right there? “Della?” he inquired, hoping she would be willing to provide some insight.
“Just a headache.”
Della closed her eyes and touched two finge
