“Gregori must have researched the mystery of why there’ve been no female children for centuries. Surely he must have found a reason after all this time. At least he must have a few ideas.” Shea itched to come up with a hypothesis of her own. She suddenly wanted to talk to Gregori, hear all the data he had collected over the centuries.
“He certainly has worked on it. Maybe it will help for the two of you to get together and hash it out,” Raven said tactfully. “But you know, Shea, none of the information on our people can fall into the wrong hands. Any documentation on our race can be dangerous. For the good of our people, you must destroy all your research.”
“It isn’t as if I came up with any data on Carpathians, Raven. I never even considered such a race of people. I was looking for an answer to a blood disorder. I knew people in this region had long been accused of being vampires. I think a lot of legends have a grain of truth in them somewhere, so it stood to reason something was going on here. That and the fact that my father was from this area made me decide to come here and see what I could find out. Honestly, Raven, there’s nothing in my records to indicate a separate species of people with the kind of power these Carpathians wield. Everything is purely medical.”
“It’s still dangerous to us. If it falls into the hands of these so-called scientists, they might figure things out.” Raven put a hand on Shea’s arm. “I’m sorry, I know your records probably represent years of work, but, really, the work was for yourself, and you have the answers to your questions.”
“The work was for all those people who have the same blood disorder as I do.”
“It isn’t a blood disorder, and they don’t need a cure. They’re a totally separate species, not human, and they have evolved into a very efficient species. They work hard and contribute much to society, but they would never be accepted by the human race. If you want to do medical research, then research a real problem, like why we can’t carry babies to term. Why our babies die. Why our women don’t conceive female children. That would be an invaluable service. Believe me, all Carpathians would be eternally grateful. I would be grateful.” She put her hands protectively over her stomach. “If I do carry this baby to term, I couldn’t bear to lose her after her birth.” Raven suddenly sat up straight. “I bet you could do it, Shea—find the answer for all of us. I bet you could.”
“Do something Gregori has failed to do after all these years? I doubt it. He seems very thorough to me.” Shea was skeptical.
“Gregori was the one who came up with the idea about human psychic women, and I’m certain he’s right. You and your mother support his theory. He also thinks there’s something in the Carpathian woman’s chemistry that makes it nearly impossible for the female chromosome to beat out the male.”
“Wouldn’t you know he’d think it was the woman,” Shea sniffed contemptuously. “More than likely the men determine the sex, just like in humans, and they just can’t produce girls.” She grinned at Raven. “The men bring about their own destruction.”
Raven laughed. “Mikhail would never let me speak to you again if he could hear us. He thinks I’m too independent and disrespectful already.” She shrugged carelessly. “It’s probably true, but it’s a lot of fun. I love the way he gets that pained look on his face. He’s so cute.”
“Cute? I’ll bet he likes that description.” Shea got up and restlessly paced the floor. She was feeling uneasy without Jacques’ touch and didn’t want Raven to notice it. He had withdrawn only a short time ago, yet she felt uncomfortable, more than simply uneasy. She longed for the comfort of his mind touch. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should destroy these papers. I’d hate to think that disgusting Don Wallace would find a way to use them against anyone. That man is a sociopath. I mean it, Raven, he’s truly sick.”