VISIONS OF HEAT

“The procedure hasn’t been implemented. It’s purely theoretical.” The words were crisply factual, but Sascha could feel the other woman’s horror, a horror so deep that Faith, caught in the talons of Silence, was unaware of the fury of it.

Sascha understood. In any of the other races, even a theoretical idea like that would’ve been considered heinous, a fundamental breach of the trust between adult and child. “What’s stopping them?”

“They’re afraid of damaging potential psychic abilities.” Faith’s eyes were an impenetrable field of stars. “I can’t see how they could possibly neutralize that issue.”

Sascha wasn’t so sure. “Silence, too, was once a theoretical idea.” She’d unearthed a lot of information about her race’s history in the past few months and the majority of her research had found success through the most unusual of avenues—human libraries.

Trawling through those libraries dismissed by the Psy as outdated and inefficient, she’d discovered handwritten letters and documents that told of the beginning of Silence. The real beginning. It hadn’t been 1979—Enrique had been wrong, his “tribute” of seventy-nine precise cuts on each of his victims, a mistake. And that made her delighted in a sense only her bloodthirsty new family could truly understand.

“I thought it was initiated by the Council in concert with our most noted Psy-Med researchers.” Faith’s voice drew Sascha back from the grim theater of memory.

“No,” she replied. “It was initially raised by a cultlike group named Mercury.”

No one had taken them seriously at the time. However, two decades after publishing their idea, Mercury produced their first successful subjects. The test graduates were only teenagers and the conditioning was prone to failure, but they were enough to change things. Mercury stopped being referred to as a cult by the majority and started being spoken of as a think tank.

It took one hundred years for them to morph into a group of visionaries, the saviors of the Psy. “The first pro-Silence Council was dominated by acolytes of Mercury. Two were graduates of their beta version of the Protocol.”

“Sascha?”

Startled out of her painful thoughts on the high cost of such absolute Silence, she turned. Faith’s hand was outstretched, a touch halted midthought. “You have to be more careful,” she said gently. She had no desire to reinforce the straitjacket of Silence, but so long as the other cardinal was in the Net, she had to be hyperaware.

Faith’s hand curled into a fist and she tucked it under her thigh. “I’m changing, Sascha. I want to fight it, but the change is happening on a level I can’t seem to stop. And I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”

“Why?”

“I’m an F-Psy, valued and protected among our race. Out here, I’d be nothing.”

“That’s not true.” Sascha attempted to use her empathic gifts to soothe the bruised pain inside of Faith, pain she could feel like a rock on her heart. “If you can learn to utilize and manage your gifts in a different way, you’ll be as valued here. Imagine, you could warn of disasters and violence. You could save so many lives.”

Faith looked away. She didn’t want to see the other side of the ledger, didn’t want to consider the deaths on the conscience of every foreseer who’d chosen an easier path. Like her. “Do you have any idea why my normal shields might be failing? These protections are specifically designed to guard F-Psy during visions, but they can’t protect me against the darkness. They can’t keep me safe.”

Only Vaughn could do that, and she wondered why he bothered. If the foreseers hadn’t withdrawn into Silence, perhaps his sister, too, would have lived.





CHAPTER 14





“What do you feel during these visions?” Sascha asked, not forcing her to face the issue as Vaughn would’ve done. “There’s no one here but us.”

“And a cat with very good hearing.” Faith couldn’t see him, but she knew he was out there pacing, protecting.

“Actually two,” Sascha corrected. “A result of Lucas being overprotective is my guess, though I wouldn’t put it past the sentinels to do it on their own.” Her laugh was both amused and exasperated.

“Two?” She could bear Vaughn hearing her confession, because no matter what she’d said in the car, she trusted him. But another cat?

“Don’t worry. Vaughn would never allow him within hearing range.”

Something in the other woman’s tone made Faith go still. “What?”

Sascha smiled. “Nothing. So, what do you feel?”

“Rage, pain, malice, fury, bloodlust.” She couldn’t bring herself to list the sick pleasure felt by the sadistic sexuality of that raping mind. Because during the visions, she was him and the pleasure was her own.

It made her want to vomit, to tear out her own mind. No wonder F-Psy had chosen the coward’s way out and surrendered to the clean commerce of Silence.