The Host Prologue Chapter 3 Part 4
CHAPTER 3 Resisted She won't recognize the new name,” the Healer murmured. A new sensation distracted me. Something pleasant, a change in the air as the Seeker stood at my side. A scent, I realized. Something different than the sterile, odorless room. Perfume, my new mind told me. Floral, lush… “Take your time,” the Healer urged in a softer voice than the one he had used before. I did not open my eyes. I didn't want to be distracted. My mind gave me the words I needed, and the tone that would convey what I couldn't say without using many words. “Have I been placed in a damaged host in order to gain the information you need, Seeker?” There was a gasp–surprise and outrage mingled–and something warm touched my skin, covered my hand. “Of course not, Wanderer,” the man said reassuringly. “Even a Seeker would stop at some things.” The Seeker gasped again. Hissed, my memory corrected. “Then why doesn't this mind function correctly?” There was a pause. “The scans were perfect,” the Seeker s…
