Since there wasn’t much else I could do, I sat.
“You were on that ship for twenty days,” she went on. “And you told everyone that you’d spent a lot of time with Gideon. So you must have been doing something when you were with him.”
“Just talking,” I said. “That’s all.”
“About what?”
“I told him about growing up psychic, and he told me a little bit about his mother. Not a ton, though — I still don’t know her name, or how old Gideon was when she died.” At least, I had to assume she was dead. Gideon always talked about her in the past tense.
“I’d want to die, too, rather than have s*x with a Reptilian.” Callista gave an exaggerated shudder and drank some more wine. “Talk about your fates worse than death. Can you imagine?”
I really couldn’t, and I didn’t want to think about it too much.
