VISIONS OF HEAT

Faith was a babe in the woods in comparison. Which begged the question of why she was even a candidate. She was about to dig deeper into Kaleb’s file when she felt it. The push of darkness. “No.” It seemed obscene that after three days of psychic peace, the evil should hunt her down in bright daylight.

Her first instinct was to fight, to stop a recurrence of the last malicious invasion. But she was through with running. If she could tangle with a jaguar and come out alive, then she could deal with this ugliest facet of her own abilities. Releasing a withheld breath, she let him take her under and exhibit his triumphs. She saw through his eyes, forced herself to watch that which had not yet come to pass. It was changeable, mutable. One day soon, he’d stalk the target of his fantasies, stalk and plan. Faith studied every aspect of his intended victim and tried to figure out who she was, where she was, and, most important, when she was.

Her suit was black, her shirt white, her skin a hue rare among the Psy after generations of intermingling—a pure white that held faint undertones of palest blue. But the expressionless cold of her face made it indisputable that she was, in fact, a member of Faith’s race. The unknown Psy’s hair was a white-blonde that went with her skin and her eyes were a vivid blue. She looked nothing like Marine.

But, her mind insisted on whispering, the killer hadn’t felt the same with Marine. The visions involving her sister had focused on the death itself and the killer’s emotions during it, while this new victim was going to be stalked, watched, savored. Yes, it had been a rush for him to take Marine’s life, but he’d experienced none of this extreme anticipation. Perhaps if he had, she might’ve understood in time . . . might’ve saved Marine from the agony of having her breath choked out of her.

She shook off the leaden chains of guilt, chains that might cost another life, and followed her earlier line of thought. Newly awakened instinct said that the key to everything lay in answering the question of why Marine and this new target inspired such disparate reactions in the perpetrator.

Even as she wrestled with that question, the darkness faded away from her consciousness. The killer had been placated by her acquiescence, but that was an unreliable effect. He could as easily decide to rape her mind the next time. However, she couldn’t think about that possibility right now. Because someone was watching her. And that someone raised every hair on her body.

Opening her eyes, she found herself looking up at Nikita Duncan, Councilor and one of the most dangerous women in the Net. The poison of her mind was reputedly more lethal than the deadliest biological virus. And she’d found Faith in the grip of a dark vision.

Faith stood and brushed down the back of her dress. “Councilor Duncan.”

“I apologize if I disturbed you.” Nikita’s almond-shaped eyes were disquietingly focused. “I thought your visions took place in monitored surroundings.”

Faith shook her head and told a half-truth. “Sometimes I inadvertently activate a trigger while considering how to best approach a project, or my mind simply finds these surroundings more conducive to a particular vision.”

“I see. Well, I suppose you’re not far from the guards, so there’s no cause for alarm.”

And no real privacy. “No.” She met Nikita’s eyes. “What can I do for you today, Councilor?”





The last thing Vaughn expected to see when he leaped over the fences and tracked Faith’s scent to a hidden part of the property was his mate deep in conversation with Nikita Duncan. Mindful that Sascha’s mother was a powerful telepath, he allowed the beast to rise to the surface of his mind—if she did notice him, she might not recognize him as a changeling. He also kept considerable distance between them. But he could still hear every word they spoke. And what he heard made him want to shred the tree branch under his claws.

“You’re not stupid, Faith. You have to know why I’m here.”

“Of course. However, I’m at a loss to know the reason behind the nomination.” Faith’s voice was as cold and efficient as a scalpel, utterly different from how she sounded when speaking to Vaughn. It shook him to realize she was that good an actress, made him question which persona was real and which a fraud.

“There are things you won’t know until you’ve been accepted.”

“I understand the need for the Council to keep things confidential, but to be perfectly honest, I see no advantage I have over other possible aspirants.”

Nikita’s ruler-straight black hair shifted around a face that looked nothing like her daughter’s. “Who would you put on that list of aspirants? I’m curious to see how much of a finger you have on the pulse of the Net.”

“If you don’t mind, Councilor, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself.” Faith glanced in Vaughn’s direction and he waited for her to reach out to him with her mind, but she didn’t. Disappointed despite his anger, he continued to watch. And listen. “There are certain names it’s better not to speak of in advance.”