“I want to see Cale.” Zeya laughed in her face, somehow managing to contort the bell tone of her voice into a mocking chuckle. “Well that’s a turnaround. I thought you wanted to kill him?” “Who says I’ve changed my mind?” Leia replied dryly, making sure to keep the palm of her left hand flat against her stomach. She didn’t trust the Baci as far as she could throw her, and was afraid of what she might try with the baby. In her weakened state, keeping her hand nearer made it easier to maintain a protective Force touch around her uterus. Some untold part of her savored it. * * * “No!” Mother.