VISIONS OF HEAT

“True.” Nikita was silent for a few seconds. “Your monitoring is extensive.”


Faith said nothing and he realized it was because Nikita had made a statement, not asked a question. It was the cold logic of the Psy in operation. And Faith hadn’t missed a beat.

“How do you know anything if you’re wrapped in cotton wool?” Nikita asked.

“The PsyNet.”

“I was given the impression that F-Psy rarely frequent the Net.”

“Some of us do.” There was knowledge in her tone and the predator in Vaughn appreciated that. She couldn’t afford to appear weak in front of Nikita, a woman so without heart that she had cut off her daughter as easily as another woman might throw out the garbage.

“Good. Before I go, you should know that certain Councilors are not in favor of your nomination.” Nikita glanced at her timepiece. “Expect a summons within the next week.”

Vaughn kept to his hidden position until Nikita’s scent was inside the car waiting at the gate. Then he tracked his treacherous human prey to another isolated section of the compound. Faith’s eyes widened when he landed in front of her in jaguar form but she didn’t back away. “Vaughn. I thought I saw you.”

He knew she was lying. She hadn’t seen him. She’d felt him. That she didn’t want to admit that truth only added fuel to the fire of his anger. Butting at her with his head until she got the message and sat down on the ground, he went behind the gnarled trunk of a nearby tree to shift.

Part of him wanted to shock her with his nakedness, but there was too much anger riding him right now—he didn’t want to taint her awakening sexuality with the bloodred of fury. It was as well that he’d utilized the jaguar’s instincts soon after meeting Faith and cached several articles of clothing nearby. Having already retrieved a pair of pants, he slid them on before making his way back to her.

She was waiting with her arms wrapped around her knees, watching for him in the exact direction from which he came, though he hadn’t made a sound. “Vaughn, the guards—”

“—make enough noise to wake a garrison, not to mention that they stink to Psy heaven.” He crouched down in front of her, but didn’t touch. He didn’t trust himself enough.

“What?”

“Never mind. What the hell was Sascha’s mother doing here?”

Those night-sky eyes, which had been edging toward wariness, hardened. “You have no right to talk to me like that. If you’re planning on intimidating me into whatever it is you came for, you can go crawl in some dark hole and stay there!”





CHAPTER 17





The jaguar was impressed by Faith’s claws. If he hadn’t been so sure of her betrayal, his temper might have thawed, soothed by her open emotionality. But that wasn’t going to happen today. “Nikita Duncan is Council, our enemy. What were you doing consorting with her?” He understood what he’d heard, but he wanted to know if Faith would tell him the truth.

Her mouth thinned. “This is the second visit I’ve had from a Councilor. Shoshanna Scott was the first.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Anger was a fine tremor over his skin, his muscles held in savage check. He’d never physically hurt her, but damn he was mad.

“If you’d listen instead of just threatening to go jaguar on me, I’d tell you. Do you realize your eyes have gone completely cat?” She shook her head. “Nikita was here for the same reason as Shoshanna. I’ve been nominated to fill Santano Enrique’s position on the Council.”

Vaughn curled his hands into fists so tight, his bones protested. “Enrique was a piece of Psy garbage. And you want to take his place?”

Faith jerked at the verbal slap. “What do you know about Councilor Enrique?”

“Ask your fucking precious Council.” Eyes no longer even partially human, he stared at her, daring her to continue.

Lines of conditioning already stretched to the limit by her earlier vision snapped with an audible mental sound. She was angry. Really, truly angry. Angry enough not to care about maintaining the appearance of Psy normality. The only thing driving her to keep her voice to a harsh whisper was her awareness of the guards.

“Yes,” she hissed. “They are my fucking precious Council, the leaders of my race. How would you feel if I asked you to cut Lucas’s throat simply because he didn’t behave according to the rules I said were the right ones?”

“Lucas doesn’t hide murderers from his own people.”

“Neither does the Council.” It was an instinctive reaction. The Psy were her people for better or for worse. She refused to withdraw her loyalty so easily.

“Bullshit.” Vaughn leaned forward and, in spite of how infuriated he’d made her, she hoped for his touch. But he kept his hands to himself. “The killer you see in your visions is Psy and there are lots of others exactly like him.”