the collar of the Seeker's black suit for two seconds before I realized they were mine.
"Stop!" she said, and there was outrage on her face. Her voice rattled.
I was shaking her.
My hands jerked open and landed against my face. "Excuse me!" I huffed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was doing."
The Seeker scowled at me and smoothed the front of her outfit. "You're not well, and I suppose I startled you."
"I wasn't expecting to see you," I whispered. "Why are you here?"
"Let's get you to a Healing facility before we speak. If you have a flu, you should get it healed. There's no point in letting it wear your body down."
"I don't have a flu. I'm not ill."
"Did you eat bad food? You must report where you got it."
Her prying was very annoying. "I did not eat bad food, either. I'm healthy."
"Why don't you have a Healer check? A quick scan-you shouldn't neglect your host. That's irresponsible. Especially when health care is so easy and effective."
I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to shake her again. She was a full head shorter than I was. It was a fight I would win.
A fight? I turned away from her and walked swiftly toward my home. I was dangerously emotional. I needed to calm down before I did something inexcusable.
"Wanderer? Wait! The Healer -"
"I need no Healer," I said without turning. "That was just... an emotional imbalance. I'm fine now."
The Seeker didn't answer. I wondered what she made of my response. I could hear her shoes-high heels-tapping after me, so I left the door open, knowing she would follow me in. I went to the sink and filled a glass with water. She waited silently while I rinsed my mouth and spat. When I was through, I leaned against the counter, staring into the basin.
She was soon bored.
"So, Wanderer... or do you still go by that name? I don't mean to be rude in calling you that."
I didn't look at her. "I still go by Wanderer."
"Interesting. I pegged you for one that would choose her own."
"I did choose. I chose Wanderer."
It had long been clear to me that the mild spat I'd overheard the first day I woke in the Healing facility was the Seeker's fault. The Seeker was the most confrontational soul I'd come across in nine lives. My first Healer, Fords Deep Waters, had been calm, kind, and wise, even for a soul. Yet he had not been able to help reacting to her. That made me feel better about my own response.
I turned around to face her. She was on my small couch, nestled in comfortably as if for a long visit. Her expression was self-satisfied, the bulging eyes amused. I controlled the desire to scowl.
"Why are you here?" I asked again. My voice was a monotone. Restrained. I would not lose control again in front of this woman.
"It's been a while since I heard anything from you, so I thought I would check in personally. We've still made no headway in your case."
My hands clamped down on the edge of the counter behind me, but I kept the wild relief from my voice.
"That seems... overzealous. Besides, I sent you a message last night."
Her eyebrows came together in that way she had, a way that made her look angry and annoyed at the same time, as if you, not she, were responsible for her anger. She pulled out her palm computer and touched the screen a few times.
"Oh," she said stiffly. "I haven't checked my mail today."
She was quiet as she scanned through what I had written.
"I sent it very early in the morning," I said. "I was half asleep at the time. I'm not sure how much of what I wrote was memory or dream, or sleep-typing, maybe."
I went along with the words-Melanie's words-as they flowed easily from my mouth; I even added my own lighthearted laugh at the end. It was dishonest of me. Shameful behavior. But I would not let the Seeker know that I was weaker than my host.
For once, Melanie was not smug at having bested me. She was too relieved, too grateful that I had not, for my own petty reasons, given her away.
"Interesting," the Seeker murmured. "Another one on the loose." She shook her head. "Peace continues to elude us." She did not seem dismayed by the idea of a fragile peace-rather, it seemed to please her.
I bit my lip hard. Melanie wanted so badly to make another denial,