The Psy-Changeling Collection (288 page)

“They?” Sascha leaned forward, watching the kids as they chased each other in circles.

“Yes.”

Noor ran to the porch at that moment, scrambling into Dorian’s arms. “ Ha-ha!” She teased from her high perch. “You can’t get me.”

Keenan grinned and jumped up to grab her booted foot. “Can too.”

“Uncle Dorian!” It was a laughing scream.

Lucas grabbed Keenan and turned him upside down, to the boy’s delight. “So,” the alpha said easily, “you two helped Katya.”

“Yeah,” Keenan said, walking on his mittened hands across the porch as Lucas held him up. “Noor can’t go in by herself.”

Dev held his breath, waiting to see if the children would add anything else.

“Yeah, I had to do a lot of weaving,” Noor said. “Kee is my truck.”

Both of them found that hilarious. Keenan was still
giggling when Lucas turned him right side up again. “Does it make you tired?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah.” Noor nodded. “My head is full now.”

“Keenan, how about you?”

But it was Noor who answered. “Kee’s head is quiet.”

Seeing something dart across the snow, Keenan jumped across the porch in excitement. “Come on, Noor!”

“Okay, okay.” Kissing Dorian on the cheek, the little girl asked to be put down and then she was off after Keenan as he ran back toward their climbing tree.

“There were rumors,” Nani murmured, “that in the past some Psy were born with gifts that only worked in tandem with another.”

“Noor didn’t show any active abilities when we tested her at Shine,” Dev said, knowing he owed a debt to those two babes that could never, ever be repaid. “But she
does
carry a high percentage of Psy genes.”

“My son,” Ashaya murmured, “is a telepath. He’s midrange, but in that range, he’s crystal clear. A truck . . . a conduit.”

Sascha nodded. “For whatever it is that Noor does, her ‘weaving.’”

Dorian blinked. “Huh. She told the Arrow who helped William that they were the same. But I’m pretty sure even he can’t do this. She’s—they’re both—unique.”

“Yes,” Ashaya agreed. “I’ve never heard of an M-Psy—of
anyone
—who can heal that kind of an injury.”

“It doesn’t matter whether or not we can define her gift—we have to protect her, protect them both,” Dev said, meeting Lucas’s eyes. “Tell Talin and Clay that they have every Shine resource at their disposal. If others find out what she and Keenan can do . . .”

“We’ll all protect them,” Lucas said, and it was a vow. “No one will take advantage of those two.”

“Yes.” Sascha’s voice held awe. “Keenan’s clearly exhausted,
and what Noor said—about her head being full—I think she’s flamed out, her gift has gone numb from overuse. Ashaya, can you tell about Keenan?”

Ashaya nodded after a moment’s pause. “He’s flamed out, too.” Worry laced her tone. “It might take days for them to recover.”

“But they will recover,” Sascha reassured her. “They’ve just overstretched their psychic muscles.”

“We’ll have to be careful who and what we expose them to,” Lucas said. “Keenan adores her so much, he’ll follow her lead, and she won’t be able to help trying to heal the injured even if it means hurting herself.” A glance at his mate.

As Sascha made a face at the DarkRiver alpha, Ashaya whispered, “A tandem gift . . . It’s extraordinary.”

“Not really,” Dorian murmured, surprising them all. “Keenan has a twin for a mother, after all.”

A frozen silence.

“Oh.” Ashaya blinked. “Yes, of course. Amara and I have always been able to merge.”

“So maybe,” Sascha theorized, “Keenan was born with an innate ability to merge with another mind. Perhaps it was only that he needed the right mind.” A pause. “And the right environment—tandem abilities are unlikely to flourish in a network that punishes any kind of an emotional connection.”

“Yes.” Ashaya nodded. “It’s a very intimate link.”

Sascha turned to her packmate. “And it’s probably not one you could forge with simple practice. That’s why they ceased to exist. But the potential was always there.”

“We have to monitor them,” Ashaya said, eyes worried. “I don’t want either of them unduly influencing the other. Keenan’s my baby, but young telepaths don’t always understand right from wrong when it comes to their psychic abilities.”

Dev shook his head, watching Keenan help Noor onto the
first branch. “That, I don’t think we have to worry about. They enjoy each other too much to try to change the other person.”

“It would be considered bad form to mind-control your future mate,” Dorian said dryly.

Ashaya laughed at Dev’s surprised look. “Those two are quite determined that they belong to each other. I have a feeling we’ll have a hard time keeping them from jumping the gun when teenage hormones hit.”

The thought made everyone grin. The kids played on, unaware of just how extraordinary they’d proven themselves to be.

CHAPTER 56

Dev wanted
so badly to talk to Katya, but she remained unconscious. He kept going into the ShadowNet, checking to see that the fine silver thread that connected them was still there. He got a surprise the fifth time he checked.

Silver had turned to gold.

The next day, gold had become platinum, a solid, unbreakable rope.

His
nani
found him in the ShadowNet. “Look at that,
beta
. Beautiful.”

“It’s stronger than any other thread.” He kept running his psychic fingers along the length of it, amazed and delighted in equal measures.

Nani laughed. “Of course it is.” A wave of affection surrounded him. “It’s love.”

“Yes.” He felt his heart expand. “It’s also because she can’t access the biofeedback by herself. She has access to the ShadowNet because her mind is close enough to ours to allow it, but she’s linked to me, not jacked into the network itself. I have to draw in the biofeedback for both of us.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No—there’s more than enough to go around.” His heart swelled. “I wish I’d known it would work like this before.”

“Love is unpredictable, Devraj. Those bonds, we can’t control.”

“Never liked surprises,” Dev said. “But I think I’ve changed my mind.”

As his
nani
laughed, he felt Katya awaken, their link to each other so deep and true, the knowledge was instinct. Dropping from the net, he strode into the bedroom just as her eyes lifted. “Hey, sleepy.” It took incredible control to keep his tone light, his face calm.

Dev?
A confused look.
But
—

“Shh.” Kissing her gently on the temple, he helped her sit up, his heart thudding double time. She’d spoken telepathically and he’d
heard
. It was another piece sliding into place, another joy. “I’ll explain everything.”

And he did. No one interrupted them—knowing his grandmother, she’d played sentinel and barred the doorway.

“Those two are miracles,” Katya whispered. “Dear God, Dev, if the Council ever—”

“They’ll never find out,” he promised her. “All of us, Shine, the cats, we’ll all protect them.”

Her face twisted. “And to think,” she said, “that Larsen would’ve destroyed Noor had he had the chance. He’d never have understood the gift of what she is.”

“You did.” He ran his hand over her hair. “Lucas plans to apologize to you for chasing you in panther form.”

That made her smile. “I thought I was done for that night.”

“No,” he said, closing his arms around her. “You had to live to meet me.”

Her hand spread over his chest. “How am I hooked into your ShadowNet?”

“Through me,” he said. “My grandmother agrees—your
connection is only through me. It’s our ‘mating bond,’ as the changelings put it, that’s keeping you in the ShadowNet.”

“A mating bond.” She smiled. “I like that.”

“Katya—that means if I die,” he told her, “so will you.”

A shining look up at him. “That’s what happens to changelings, you know. One dies, the other doesn’t last long.”

“How do you know?”

“I did some research once. I was curious.” Fingertips stroking over his cheek.

Dev understood. “It’s not only changelings. Humans pine away, too.”

“But,” she said with a smile, “I’d like to have a long lifetime with you, so stay safe.”

“You, too.” He reached up to cover her hand with his own, holding it against his cheek. “Because if you die, so will I.”

A smile that held a spark of mischief, a bright new thing. “Will you pine away?”

“It’s no laughing matter.” But he was smiling, too.

“Dev, my Dev.” She rose to straddle him, her face glowing with happiness.

Placing one hand on her hip, the other on her lower back, he bent his head and let her press kisses all over his face, fleeting touches of love, of affection, of promise. “You saved me, you know,” he said between kisses.

A curious look.

“Everyone’s been worrying the metal would take me over.” He drew in the scent at the curve of her neck. “But how can it when you have a line straight into my heart?”

“
Dev
.” More kisses, gentle touches. Then a whisper against his ear. “I’m afraid to look at your ShadowNet.”

He found himself whispering back, playing with her. “You? Afraid?” He slid his hand under the sheets to close over her thigh. “Not my Katya.”

“Will you hold my hand?”

“Always.”

Dev was waiting for Katya on the psychic plane when she opened the mental doorway of her mind and took the first step out into the shimmering chaos of a network of thousands of minds, millions of emotional connections. He felt her shock, but she held on to their bond and stayed in place, looking, learning.

“It’s . . .” He felt her wonder, her terror.

“You get used to it.”

“You do?” A laughing question. “Dear God, Dev. How do you navigate this?”

“Follow the threads.”

“But I only have one to you.”

“You can bounce off the threads of others,” he explained. “As long as you don’t actually try to hook into an emotional line without permission, no one minds if you use the threads as navigation points.”

“And this,” she said with a deep breath, “is definitely a place that requires navigation.”

“You’re wrong, you know,” Dev said, nudging her attention sideways. “You have got other threads.”

“But I don’t know anyone else in here.” She touched the thread. “It’s your grandmother!”

He felt her follow the thread, knew when she’d reached the end. “I see her, but I also see . . . your grandfather?”

“Yes, you have a link to him through her. As you have a link to thousands through me.”

He could see her thinking that over. “When I form more connections, you’ll be able to access them, too?”

“On a certain level,” he said. “It depends on my own emotional bond with the individual. Look.”

She followed his finger to a sparkling silver-blue thread that glittered diamond bright. “Who is that and why am I linked to her?” Curious as a child, she touched her psychic hand to the silver-blue thread. “Tiara.” He saw her smile on the physical plane. “She likes me enough that this link’s formed.”

“She’s always been a lunatic.”

“I think she has excellent taste.” She played her fingers over the thread. “It’s very fine.”

“You’ve just begun a friendship. If you grow apart instead of together, the thread will fade, too.”

“I guess,” she murmured, “lovers in the ShadowNet always know where they stand.”

“If both are psychic,” he pointed out. “If a Forgotten forms an intimate bond with a human, that human is pulled nominally into the net. We can see the mind, but it’s automatically shielded—we think the ShadowNet does that because otherwise humans would be too vulnerable. But it has the side effect of blocking their access to the network.” A sound of frustration. “We never even considered that it would be otherwise with Psy, that the ShadowNet would recognize you as different.”

“You had no reason to think that,” she said, calming him. “The ShadowNet’s acceptance of me is a gift—but it’s only an answer to those who love.”

“Those who dare to love.”

“Yes.” Another pause as she scanned the multitude of intertwined and entangled threads around them. “This network is very, very complex.”

He smiled. “That’s my Psy.”

A playful mental slap came down the line as she began to figure out how things functioned. “It’s open, that’s what the difference is. Your ShadowNet is open to outside connections and influences—even shielded, those human minds bring something to the network.”

He took time to consider it. “Yes, I think you’re right.”

“But that also means,” she pointed out, “this network can’t retain information with the same efficiency as the PsyNet. Or can you still find data in this chaos?”

“Not without searching a whole heck of a lot. Easier to use computers.” He laughed at her expression on the physical plane. “It can be useful in that way sometimes, but mostly, the
ShadowNet is about feeding our psychic need for connection, for family.”

“What about the biofeedback?” she asked, worry a jagged thread in her emotional signature. “I’m taking so much. If your network leaks energy—”

“It doesn’t matter. Look around. We’re overloading with it.”

“You are, aren’t you?” she murmured. “It’s because you feed things back to each other, somehow increasing the output. Love goes out, love comes back, and the energy grows with each exchange . . .” Another pause. “Dev, the psychic pathways are different. It’s as if my mind is slightly out of sync.”

He knew that, had hoped she’d be able to navigate them. “Can you move along them?”

“Not easily or instinctively, but yes.” Almost a minute of silence. “Actually, I think I’ll enjoy the intellectual challenge. There’s so much to explore.”

In spite of her intrigued comments, he could feel her beginning to overload with the intensity of the emotions in the ShadowNet. Making a command decision, he bullied her back down to the physical plane.

“I wasn’t finished,” she almost growled at him.

He held her close. “You’re exhausted.”

“It was just so much input.” She snuggled into him, tugging up his shirt to touch skin that tightened at the first brush of her fingertips. “The PsyNet is full of pure data—there are uncountable pieces flowing past every split second.”