Vasic’s voice was an icy balm on Ivy’s ragged senses . . . until she realized she couldn’t sense him. At all. Even a shielded Lianne continued to register on her empathic senses, but Vasic was missing. If she hadn’t been able to see him, she’d never have known he was in the room.
Her breath hitched as she understood the crushing depth of his control for the first time.
“It’s time for you to leave the compound.”
Lianne went rigid at Vasic’s statement. Turning to offer comfort, Ivy found herself facing thin air. Vasic had initiated the teleport—after transferring Rabbit from Lianne’s lap to beside Ivy.
Blinking, she shook her head as her poor, confused dog stood up and did the same. “Yes,” she muttered, rubbing at her temples. “That is definitely starting to annoy me.”
Rabbit woofed in agreement and bounded down to the floor while she continued to sit on the cot. Uncomfortable thing. And this was where Vasic would sleep when he was off shift. Frowning, she wondered if he’d had any rest the previous night.
Then there he was, walking over to crouch in front of her. “Your headache is worse, isn’t it?” His eyes focused totally on her, his hair black silk she wanted to feel against her skin. “Aden said they should pass within forty-eight hours.”
He was so beautiful, she thought. All hard lines and strength and a strange, unexpected vulnerability. Of the latter she had no evidence, and yet her instincts insisted. Foolish Ivy. “Lianne?” she asked, drinking in the sight of him as if she’d been thirsty for a lifetime.
“Safe with those family members I’ve confirmed have no fanatical pro-Silence leanings. I have an Arrow keeping a discreet eye on her to make certain,” he said. “Your headache?”
She hadn’t expected him to care about Lianne’s safety after the other woman’s betrayal. That he did . . . “Yes,” she murmured. “It’s worse.”
“Do you have the training to ease it?”
He had such solid shoulders, wide enough to block out the world. She wanted to smooth her hands over the breadth of them, tear off his armor, touch the living heat of him. Visceral, the need knotted her gut, made her hurt.
“Ivy?”
Fingers curling into her hands, she forced herself not to take advantage of his nearness to indulge her need. It would hurt worse if he started keeping his distance because she couldn’t follow the unspoken rules. “Yes.” All Psy children were taught how to manage pain, since pain medication had an unpredictable effect on psychic abilities. “But I haven’t used it a lot,” she admitted, and it wasn’t quite a lie. “I’m rusty.”
The truth was, she didn’t want him to go.
“I’ll talk you through it,” he said, before switching to telepathic communication to do exactly that.
I like your voice, she said afterward, luxuriating in the icy strength of it.
Good, since you’ll hear it throughout this contract.
Laughter sparkled in her veins. Yes, I suppose so. Unable to touch, she ran her gaze over the nonregulation-length hair that hinted so tantalizingly of a man behind the frost. Hopefully, you don’t find mine irritating.
No.
“No.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she tried for a solemn tone. “You’re very verbose, you know that? I don’t know how I’ll stand your chattering.”
No smile in his eyes, but when he rose to his feet, he said, “I don’t see your bodyguard.”
Hope exploded like confetti in her heart. That hadn’t been an Arrow comment. It had been a Vasic comment. “I think Rabbit’s starting to thaw where you’re concerned,” she said, fighting not to betray the strength of her response. “Still, it must’ve been something really exciting to draw him away while you were so close to me.” She had no idea how right she was until they left the cabin.
A squeak escaped her.
Chapter 17
HER VERY SMALL dog was sitting at quivering attention in front of a huge wolf with a coat of silver-gold. A beautiful, scary wolf who could eat Rabbit in one bite, and who appeared to be listening to an unfamiliar male clad in jeans and a black sweater with the sleeves shoved up to his elbows. Not an Arrow, given his clothing, but there was something about him that said he wasn’t much different.
From him, she sensed very little, but from the wolf came a whiplash of primal wildness and dangerous focus.
“Rabbit,” she called, patting her thigh.
Instead of running straight to her, he glanced over his shoulder then looked back at the wolf, only racing over when the wolf inclined its head. Heart in her throat, she knelt down to pet him as Vasic strode over to speak to the visitors. A few minutes later, both the wolf—the changeling—and the unknown male headed into the trees.
Who was that? she asked Vasic, scowling at Rabbit when he tried to race off after the departing pair.
The SnowDancer alpha and one of his lieutenants.
Kissing Rabbit’s sulky face, she continued to keep hold of him lest he be overcome by the urge to join a wolf pack. The dark-haired man, he looked like an Arrow.
Vasic gave her a considering look. Judd defected from the PsyNet three and a half years ago, but yes, he is an Arrow.
The pieces clicked. Is he the one the reporters said was deflecting missiles using telekinesis? Astonishing and riveting, the reports had come in during Pure Psy’s attempted invasion of this region the previous year. A member of the missing Lauren family?
Yes. He turned toward Abbot when the other Arrow walked over from Jaya’s cabin. You need to eat breakfast.
Chancing relaxing her grip on Rabbit, she tried not to read too much into the fact that Vasic had made it a point to remind her to replenish her strength, and headed to her cabin. Rabbit, apparently over his starstruck reaction to the wolf alpha, kept her company—at least until he’d finished his own breakfast. Then he took off to explore, and she crossed her fingers the changelings would nudge him back if he attempted to follow the wolf’s trail. Not that she could blame her pet for his dangerous fascination.
Look at her.
Can you do that? she asked Vasic, unable to control the urge to connect with him even when she knew he was busy with the shift change. Throw missiles around?
? ? ?
VASIC had never had a voice like Ivy’s in his head. There was no restraint to it, the tone an iridescent kaleidoscope that hinted a thousand other things lay beneath. Yes, he said in reply to her query, considering what she’d do if he told her he could also initiate missile strikes through his gauntlet.
There goes that verbosity.
Filtering her comment through what he’d observed of human interaction, he confirmed his earlier suspicions that she was teasing him. No one had ever teased him. He didn’t know the correct response.
I know you haven’t had breakfast, she said while he was still working on the question of whether teasing required a response. Come eat with me.
He should’ve taken the chance to catch a couple of hours’ rest, but he’d spent days awake at a time. One night was nothing. Not compared to a woman who teased him. That was unusual enough to require further exploration.
She smiled when he stepped up to her doorway, her curls tousled around her face and her blue cable-knit sweater too big for her frame. “Thanks for leaving me my porch.”
“It wasn’t in any of Lianne’s photographs.”
A delighted laugh that felt like a tactile stroke over his cheek. “Right.” She mixed up a nutrient drink with hot water rather than the cold he always used, then took several meal bars out of the cupboard. “Here. You must’ve burned a lot of energy last night and this morning.”
First she teased him, then she fed him. Neither action was one he could’ve predicted. Taking the food, he stepped back outside.
Ivy’s face fell. “Are you going already?”
It was almost as if she was disappointed to lose his company. “No,” he said, adding another inexplicable act to his private Ivy file. “Your table is small.”
“Oh, you’re right. You’d probably have to fold yourself in half.” Eyes lit from within, she pulled on her boots and picking up her cereal, followed him out to take a seat on the edge of the porch.