The Psy-Changeling Series, Books 6-10 (66 page)

Katya burst out laughing just as dawn began to whisper on the horizon. “You’re waiting for him?”

“I’m giving him one more month. I swear, after that, I’m taking the first offer that comes along.”

“It’s wonderful, you know,” Katya said, mind filling with memories of pure molten heat. “Being with someone who touches your heart.”

“You don’t sound very happy.”

“I think he’s going to hate me now.”

A siren pierced the air, cutting off her breath.

“Damn.” A scowling Jessie pulled over to the side of the long, otherwise empty road. “I swear,” the blonde muttered, “the hick cops have nothing better to do than hassle law-abiding citizens.”

“Jessie, we’re actually—”

“Shh. Think law-abiding thoughts.” Sliding back her door, Jessie grabbed her coat and jumped down. Katya couldn’t see her as she moved toward the officer, but she heard her words. “Michel Benoit, don’t you have to go eat a doughnut or something?”

“That’s Officer Benoit to you” came the drawling response. “I got a report you’re carrying contraband, sweetheart.”

“Hell you did!” Now Jessie sounded pissed. “I’m clean and you know it.”

“Contraband’s about yay-high, dark blonde hair, on the thin side. Ring a bell?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Katya had every faith in Jessie’s skills, but she had no desire to get the woman who’d helped her so much into real trouble with the law—it wasn’t as if the cop wouldn’t check the vehicle. Sliding back her own door, she stepped out into the frigid winter air and walked around the front of the truck to stand beside Jessie, the dawn soft and muted around them. Even the snow lining the roadside looked warm in the red and gold light.

“What exactly,” Katya said, meeting the cop’s ice blue eyes, “am I supposed to have done?”

He smiled, his dark brown hair waving in the gentle breeze. “Might have something to do with firing a stunner.”

“They filed a report?” There was something disturbingly familiar about this Michel Benoit.

He raised an eyebrow. “You
want
a record?”

“That means there’s no report,” Jessie told her, hands on her hips. “He’s got no right to pull you in.”

Michel’s eyes flashed. “This ain’t none of your business, Jessie.”

“Take your ‘aint’s’ and shove them,” Jessie muttered. “Everyone knows you’ve got a flippin’ law degree.”

The man didn’t seem to take offense, his smile reaching to warm those eyes. “Here’s the deal,” he said to Katya. “You can come with me nice and easy, or I find something to charge you both with.”

“Both? Jessie hasn’t done anything.”

“Jessie,” Michel murmured, “has probably done quite a lot of things.”

Katya put a hand on Jessie’s arm when the other woman shifted forward, as if tempted to deck the cop. “It’s the eyes,” she muttered. “The color threw me off but you have the same eyes.”

Michel’s smile widened. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Name Devraj ring a bell?”

“I might have a cousin called Dev, but you know, it’s not that unusual a name.”

Certain now that there was no way Michel would let her leave, Katya turned to Jessie. “Thank you.”

Jessie was still scowling, but she hugged Katya tight. “You ever need help again, you call me. You got my number, right?”

Katya nodded, having memorized the cell code. “So,” she said to Michel, “where to from here?”

Dev made
his way from the airjet to his cousin’s home—just south of the border with British Columbia—using the snow-capable rental Maggie had organized. Given the airjet’s speed, he wasn’t that far behind Michel taking Katya into “custody.”

Arriving at his cousin’s place, he got out and strode straight to the front door. Michel opened it as he was raising a fist to knock. “She’s all yours, Santos.” Thrusting his hat back on, Michel said, “If I were you, I’d don body armor.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

His cousin tipped his head and walked off to his own vehicle. Trying to get a handle on a temper that flat-out refused to respond to the cool brush of metal, Dev walked through the door and followed the echo of Katya’s presence to the kitchen—where he found her calmly eating a huge blueberry muffin, a cup of what looked like hot chocolate at her elbow. Jesus—there were even marshmallows in the damn chocolate. “Looks like Michel took good care of you.”

A glance that told him nothing. “He knows how to treat a woman.”

Okay, that bit. “As opposed to?”

A shrug.

He watched as she picked out a blueberry and popped it into her mouth. “Did you really think you were going to get away?”

“Giving in is not what I do.”

It was a slap. And it poured the most frigid water over the temper he’d irrationally feared would turn him into his father. What the hell had he expected Katya to do? Sit meekly while he held her captive?

The woman who’d survived Ming LeBon’s brand of torture wasn’t the sitting-around kind.

Blowing out a breath, he folded his arms across his jacket. “How close are you to wherever you’re going?”

She froze, then seemed to shake herself out of it. “I’m getting closer.”

“Still no certain location?”

“It’s northwest . . . I think possibly Alaska, though it could as easily be in Yukon.”

Dev stepped close enough to play with a strand of her hair. She didn’t pull away, but neither did she deviate from the concentrated destruction of her muffin. He was being ignored again. He realized that should’ve irritated him, but it made his lips curve. Releasing her hair, he moved around to stand at her back, placing his hands palms down on the counter on either side of her.

She took another bite of the muffin.

Grinning, he brushed aside the fall of her hair and pressed a kiss to the delicate skin of her nape.

A shiver. “Devraj Santos,” she said with quiet forcefulness, “you are not going to charm me into going back.”

He kissed her again, along the slender curve of her neck. “Who said anything about charm?” he murmured, nibbling at her earlobe. “I’m planning to seduce you.”

She put down that damn muffin. “Dev, why aren’t you yelling at me?”

Another kiss as he rose to his full height and wrapped his arms around her, dropping his chin on top of her head. “You’re too stubborn to respond to yelling.” She’d survived something he wasn’t sure even he could survive—a man would be stupid not to respect that kind of will in his woman.

“But you’re still going to drag me back.” Her hand closed into a fist on the counter. “Why? I’m no threat this far from you.”

“I have to consider what you might’ve learned in the time you’ve been with us, whether you’ll circle back and strike.”

That hand flexed, then closed again. “Nothing I say will change your mind, will it?”

He knew what he should do. Until he’d walked into this kitchen, there hadn’t even been a question in his mind. But—“I can give you three days.”

She sucked in a breath. “Dev?”

“We’ll take the airjet as far north as you’re comfortable, then hire a car.”

“I’m glad you’ll be with me,” she said to his surprise, leaning into his embrace. “Part of me is so afraid of what I’ll find—what if there’s nothing there?”

“Katya?”

“It would mean my brain really is damaged,” she whispered. “If I have this compulsion and there’s nothing to back it up.”

He suddenly understood her hunger to follow the compulsion far better than he had before. “You aren’t brain damaged,” he told her, squeezing her tighter. “If you were, you sure as hell wouldn’t have managed to sneak out from under my bloody nose.”

Katya heard the disgusted edge in that comment and it made her heart lighten. “I did good, didn’t I?” Her smile faltered. “How’s Tiara?”

“She opened book on how far you’d get before I caught up to you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and she placed the bet for the longest distance.”

“And Tag?”

“Let’s just say he’s not your new best friend.”

She winced and went to ask about the boy before realizing that might get him into trouble.

Dev chuckled. “The kid is fine—and we’ve learned to be extra careful with his shields.”

“He’s strong,” she said, apprehensive about what that might mean. “If the Council finds out the Forgotten have that level of psychic ability . . .”

“Let me worry about that.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, allowing her to turn so they faced each other. “Tell me everything you can about this pull you feel to go north. Do you have any other information?”

“No. But I know I heard something. There . . . in the black room.”

Rage reignited, dark with the need to draw blood. He had to consciously focus to form speech past the vicious power of it. “Why would they have spoken of anything sensitive in your hearing?”

“They made a mistake,” she said, her voice halting as if she was reconstructing fragments of memory. “Ming broke me, but even broken, I had ears, I had eyes. He treated me like I was an insect he’d crushed under his boot, not worth bothering about.”

The rage in him was a wild thing, animalistic in its anger . . . its anguish. “What,” he forced himself to ask, “did you hear?”

Katya looked up at the sound of Dev’s voice, that raw blade. His anger was a lash in the air, a whip of fire. But somehow instead of inciting fear, it made her feel stronger. “Lots of things.”

Dev watched her with those amazing eyes, and she knew, she
knew
he would kill for her. It shook her, the knowledge of how deeply they’d bonded with each other. What if—

“No,” Dev said. “Don’t think about anything but this task. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

She nodded, her movements jerky.

“I don’t have all the pieces yet, but I know I have to go. I have to
see
.”

His hand against her cheek. Warm. Protective. “You have no idea what you’re searching for?”

“Something bad.” She turned into his touch. “When I think of it, I get this oily sickness in my gut.”
Evil,
she thought. It was something evil waiting for her, a thing her mind refused to show her, but whose malevolent shadow overlay every other thought.

Dev pressed
a kiss to her forehead, the unexpectedly affectionate gesture making her eyes burn. “We’d better start as soon as possible.”

She knew the three days he’d given her would cost him, but he was going to take the hit—for her. “Dev . . . I could be leading you into a trap.” In spite of how far she’d come, her mind remained a savage maze, full of holes and deception.

Dev rubbed a thumb over her cheek. “Still don’t get it, do you, Katya? I take care of what’s mine.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” she began, but the set of his jaw told her she was wasting her breath. “Were you born stubborn?”

“My mother used to say I was half mule.”

It made her smile. “That would make one of your parents a mule. Your mother?”

“She never admitted it.” His eyes filmed over with a sadness so deep, she felt her throat lock. “Never had the chance.”

She hesitated, unsure of her instincts, of her mind, her soul . . . but not of her heart. “What happened to her?”

“My father killed her.” A stark response that stole her breath.

She was still trying to find the words with which to respond when he continued. “That was when I first understood why some of our ancestors chose Silence. My father—he was never abusive. It was his gift that turned him into a killer.”

Reaching out a hand, she closed it over his.

“The ShadowNet,” Dev said, looking down at their linked hands, “is a completely different animal from the PsyNet, but we have some similarities.”

“Dev,” she said, cutting him off though it was the last thing she wanted to do. “You mustn’t tell me any more.” If she betrayed him, even if it wasn’t by choice, it would shatter her—and she knew she wouldn’t rise again. Not from that.

His face was suddenly that of the conqueror she’d once seen in him. “We’ll break you free, Katya. Even if I have to kill Ming LeBon himself.”

“No.” She grabbed both his hands. “He’s my monster to slay. I don’t want you anywhere near him.”

“Don’t you think I can take him?”

She stared at him, at his cool eyes, his muscular body, his soldier’s patience, and said, “I know you could. And that’s what terrifies me.”