“Sarcasm does not suit you.” She kissed him again, laughter in her eyes. “No overt attempts at psychic interference that I could determine.”
“Good. Go home and rest.” Neither of them had slept much, but he knew it would hit her harder—she was physically weaker than he was. Simple fact. And something his protective instincts wouldn’t let him ignore. “If this is Amara, I have a feeling we’ll be needing your gift.”
Sascha’s face grew solemn. “To have a broken twin . . . That’s got to be a powerful bond—even in the PsyNet, twins aren’t separated. I can’t imagine how this could possibly end happily.” Her hand curled around his. “Dorian’s emotionally involved.”
“Yeah.”
“If he loses another woman he considers his . . .” She shook her head. “He’ll give in to the darkness. Nobody will be able to stop him.”
Lucas didn’t argue. He knew full well that if Ashaya died, Dorian would pick up a gun and go hunting. Only death would halt his quest for vengeance this time.
Ashaya met Dorian’s eyes. “I want to stay on watch with you.”
He scowled. “You have to go on camera again tomorrow—no, today. Catch some z’s.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, braiding her hair. “Yes,” she said. “I have to make sure people understand that the Council murdered Ekaterina and the others.”
He heard the anger and the leopard understood. For some crimes, there could be no forgiveness. “There’s one other thing you need to take care of—we’ve had indications that some human group wants to use Omega to hit the Psy.”
She blew out a breath. “I can’t retract my statement. That’ll undo everything we’ve achieved.” A pause. “I’ll make it clear the virus knows no racial boundaries.”
“Should work.”
“I never thought about that aspect of things,” she murmured. “I used Omega because it was the biggest Council secret I knew—I wanted something that would cause so many ripples that they’d forget about looking for one small lost boy.”
“You used the very thing that could’ve led to his death, to protect him.”
“Ironic, isn’t it?”
“Smart,” he said, flicking his eyes toward her. She looked so solemn and neat with those tight braids on either side of her head that he had the wicked impulse to mess her up again.
She met his gaze. “You have the cat in your eyes.”
In truth, the leopard was stretched out inside him, tense with worry. But it was also . . . happy. Because she was here. And both man and leopard would do everything and anything to keep her safe. “Whatever happens, you do the broadcast today. We need to make you so hot that your death would cause more problems than it would solve.” For one, they’d have a sniper on their trail. It was an icy calm thought.
“The Council wouldn’t have cared once,” Ashaya said. “They’d have silenced me and any critics. I guess things are changing, but the pace is so slow.”
“Silence has had over a century to take root,” he reminded her. “It can’t be ended overnight.”
“I don’t care so much about Silence.”
He shot her a look of utter disbelief. “What?”
“I think most Psy would break Silence if given a choice, but others would choose to hold on to it. That should be an option.”
He returned his attention to the window. “If you say so.”
“It’s not black and white.” He could feel her glaring at his back. “Shades of gray dominate.”
“Uh-huh.”
Something hit his back. “Hey!” When he turned around, Ashaya gave him a prim look. “You weren’t paying attention.”
“I just don’t get it—why the hell would anyone choose to remain an emotionless robot?” He lobbed the pillow back to her.
Grabbing it, she hugged it to her stomach. “Because there are some Psy gifts so dangerous that even we fear them on the deepest, most primal level. Silence is sometimes the only thing holding these powerful Psy back from the edge of the abyss.”
Dorian folded his arms and leaned his shoulder against the wall next to the window, from where he could continue to keep watch while facing Ashaya. “No, Shaya, that’s the one thing I won’t accept. Silence spawned the fucking bastard who took my sister’s life. I want it destroyed.” Fury uncurled deep inside him, threading through his veins with savage intensity.
“And what about the innocent people who’ll lose their minds to the blinding fire of their gifts?” Getting up, she walked over to touch his arm. “You saw the end result of that kind of degradation in the violence of that murder-suicide.”
A sheet of red rising at his back, a broken woman in an assassin’s arms. “Not my problem.” He cupped her cheek. “You’re mine. You matter. Pack matters. Everyone else can take their chances.”
Ashaya shook her head. “You don’t mean that.”
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