Ansel continued. “But, like the AIDS
virus from the Terran Twentieth Century, the spore can lie dormant
in a victim for years. In some rare cases, it never even surfaces.
Those whom it doesn’t kill within the first three days probably
will notsuccumb to the disease, but they are carriers for
it. They can pass it to others through intense contact with bodily
fluids—blood, semen, plasma. They may never die from it, but anyone
they come in contact with who isn’t immune will contract the
virus.”
Beside me, Rion murmured, “So it might
not kill you if you get it.”
His voice was like aged whiskey,
warming me inside. He had his chair close to mine again; he likes
to sit like that when the others are gone, practically in my lap,
his hand on my knee or my arm or holding my own. When it’s just us
here we’re always kissing, always touching. I can’t get enough of
him, have I said that? I can’t.
“You might not die from it