He took so long to answer that the world was beyond silent when he said, "I am an Arrow. I was placed in training at four years of age. I know everything about having my mind torn open."
Four years old.
Anger shattering as if it had been hit with an anvil, the wreckage tearing holes through her, she rubbed a fisted hand over her heart. "I'm sorry."
"Why? You caused me no harm."
She saw from his expression that he meant that, as if the hurt of that small, vulnerable child was nothing. "Do you truly feel nothing?" she whispered. "Are you without fractures?"
"It's better this way." His eyes kissed her with frost. "The day I feel is the day I die."
Chapter 4
I'd like to propose a cooperative venture.
Kaleb Krychek, in a conference call to DarkRiver alpha Lucas Hunter and SnowDancer alpha Hawke Snow
ACROSS FROM SASCHA, Hawke shook his head, the silver-gold of his hair bright in the noon sunlight slanting through the skylight. "I'll say this for Krychek," the SnowDancer alpha muttered, "he has the balls of an elephant."
Splurting coffee, Mercy coughed, eyes watering. "An elephant?" She stared at the SnowDancer alpha as her mate, Riley, rubbed her back. "Are you serious?"
Hawke shrugged. "What has bigger ones?"
"Man has a point," Lucas drawled from beside Sascha, the six of them seated around Mercy and Riley's dining table, the land beyond the windows a sprawl of tall green firs draped with snow that turned it into a winter postcard.
The snowfall was nothing like the heavy coating up in the higher elevations of the Sierra Nevada range, while farther down, there was no precipitation at all, the air cold but dry.
"Whatever the size of Krychek's balls," Mercy said after catching her breath, "this is one hell of a request."
Lucas ran his fingers absently over Sascha's nape as he looked toward the male who sat on Riley's other side. When Sascha had first met Judd Lauren, she couldn't have imagined that the distant and self-contained former Arrow would end up a SnowDancer lieutenant mated to another member of the wolf pack. And never in a million years would she have predicted that he'd become a favorite with the pups and cubs both.
"The information Krychek sent us," Lucas said to Judd now, "about the infection in the Net, were you able to corroborate it independently?"
Judd nodded, the fine dark gray wool of his pullover sitting easily on his shoulders. "Kaleb's been up-front."
"Too up-front." Sascha wanted to believe love had altered Kaleb Krychek for the better, that he'd found the same joy with Sahara that Sascha had with Lucas, but the fact of the matter was, he continued to be a deadly threat. There was a reason he'd become the youngest ever individual to hold a seat on the Council, a reason why his name caused men and women across the world to tremble in naked terror.
Biting down on her lower lip as her mate continued to stroke her nape with the tactile affection that was so natural to the cats, she said, "He has my unqualified gratitude for putting his own life at risk to save countless people in San Francisco a month ago"--when the cardinal telekinetic had helped disarm a toxic weapon--"but I think it would be foolish to think we can predict anything when it comes to him." The other man remained as opaque as ever, an enigmatic figure who held near-total control of the PsyNet.
No one, Sascha thought, should have that much power, hold that many lives in the palm of his hand. Yet, if not Kaleb Krychek, then who? His staggering psychic and military strength was the only reason the Psy race hadn't collapsed into anarchy and death in the aftermath of the fall of Silence. It was as unavoidable a truth as the fact he'd risen to power with ruthless, blood-soaked determination.
Hawke narrowed his eyes. "The news about the infection." He glanced at Judd. "Is it a secret?"
"No. It's not headline news in the Net yet, but the knowledge is gathering steam."
Lucas shook his head. "So, Krychek isn't exactly giving up anything by offering us the data."
"And," Riley said in his quiet, direct way, "it's not as if we didn't already know about the existence of empaths."
Everyone looked at Sascha.
Hands cupped around the mug of hot chocolate Mercy had offered her in lieu of the aromatic coffee the others were drinking, Sascha leaned a little into Lucas. "I have no hesitation in helping other Es," she said, able to sense Lucas's panther rising to the surface to rub against the insides of his skin . . . against her.
It made her feel safe and protected even before her mate wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tucked her close. "There's nothing I want more than to stretch my psychic muscles with others of my designation," she said, making no attempt to hide the depth of her hunger.
She adored working with Judd's nephew, Toby, but while the young boy was a cardinal telepath who could blow her out of the water when it came to telepathy, the reverse was true when it came to their E abilities. "I want to learn from the others," she said, "even as I teach them what I know." Things she'd figured out through often frustrating trial and error. "But most of all," she whispered, "I want to help those of my designation accept that they're not broken"--her fingers tightened on the mug, her eyes wet--"that they aren't flawed."
Lucas pressed a kiss to her temple. Her strong, loving, protective mate had been with her when she'd understood the truth about herself, understood that she wasn't a defective cardinal as she'd been told all her life, but a woman with a gift meant to help the hurt and the lost.
It was Mercy who said, "Yet something's making you hesitate," the red of her hair vivid against her fitted blue shirt.
"I'm a mother as well as an E." Sascha's heart bloomed with love at the thought of her and Lucas's sweet baby. "And Naya is only one of the children in DarkRiver and SnowDancer." Pups and cubs who were painfully vulnerable. "We can't justify putting them at risk." Even to help men and women who were as bruised and as wounded as Sascha had once been.
The thought made her chest clench in agony, but she couldn't see a way around the threat posed by those coming in with the empaths.
"Kaleb won't harm anyone in either pack."
Lucas stirred at Judd's confident statement. "Exactly how much of an ex-Arrow are you?" he asked, panther-green eyes intent.
"It's been pointed out to me that an Arrow who has never broken faith with the squad continues to be considered an Arrow regardless of his location or belief otherwise." The lieutenant's lips curved up unexpectedly at the corners, the light reaching the deep brown of his eyes, the gold flecks in them bright.
It struck Sascha then that Judd existed on the same continuum as Kaleb. Not as ruthless--she didn't think anyone was as ruthless as Kaleb Krychek--but a man who had walked long and alone in the darkness. The critical difference, of course, was that Judd had always been anchored to the world through his family, while Kaleb had been trained by a psychopath who'd murdered countless women.
"I'm in direct contact with more than one member of the squad." The SnowDancer lieutenant paused, his gaze shifting to Hawke.
At his alpha's slight nod, Judd added, "I'm also in direct touch with Kaleb, have been since long before the San Francisco op."
"I thought we weren't keeping secrets?" Lucas locked eyes with Hawke, alpha to alpha, dominant to dominant, his voice holding the edge of a growl.
Hawke folded his arms as Sascha put down her hot chocolate and patted her mate's chest to get his attention, his dark green T-shirt soft under her palm. Left alone in this kind of an aggressive mood, two changeling alphas would stare at one another until it ended in violence. "No fighting," she said to Lucas when he turned to scowl at her. "You know how cranky Hawke gets when his mate is out to lunch with a certain future leopard alpha."
Lucas's grin was very feline as he relaxed.
"Yeah," Mercy murmured, shoulders shaking, "be kind to the poor wolfie." She squeaked as her own wolf mate did something to her the rest of them couldn't see.
Growling low in his throat, Hawke bared his teeth. "We passed on the data," he said
, "just not where it came from. Krychek's been Judd's connection for several operations--including the one that netted us Alice Eldridge."
Sascha sucked in a breath at the mention of the human scientist who'd completed what was possibly the most detailed sociological and anthropological study on E-Psy ever done. That research had been meticulously wiped after Silence, with only a rare few copies of Alice's seminal work--The Mysterious E Designation: Empathic Gifts & Shadows--surviving in the world of underground collectors. Alice herself had been put into a cryonic sleep, only to wake mere months ago with her memories in pieces.
"So," Sascha murmured, "Krychek wants easy access not only to me, but to Alice." Even with her problematic memory, the human scientist remained an invaluable resource. Alice's surviving published work might not have focused on how empaths did what they did, but no one knew what knowledge she held in her brain.
"Yes." Judd drank some of his coffee. "But he's aware of the state of her memories, so I think he's far more interested in you. Regardless, he won't harm a single individual in either pack."
Riley stretched his arm along the back of Mercy's chair. "Why do you sound so certain?" he asked, cutting to the heart of the matter as always.
"DarkRiver considers SnowDancer family, and Sahara considers DarkRiver family."
That much was inarguable. Not only had Kaleb's mate sought the protection of the pack for a time after she'd first been rescued from a hellish captivity, but she had blood ties to another member of the pack, not to mention her growing friendship with Mercy.
"Kaleb is no different from any of the men in this room," Judd said. "Hurting the packs would hurt his mate, and he'd never consciously do anything to distress her. DarkRiver and SnowDancer are safe. I'd go so far as to say that, in all probability, he'd actively stand with us against an enemy should we ever make the request."
Sascha couldn't imagine Kaleb Krychek, cold and powerful, loving anyone enough to sheathe his psychic claws. "I need to meet him," she said into the somewhat dubious silence that followed Judd's words. "While he's with Sahara." Not only so they could gauge if he could be trusted in pack territory, but to check on Sahara's welfare; seeing the younger woman safe with their own eyes was a far different thing to hearing her say the same on the comm.
Lucas looked at Sascha, the panther prowling to life in his eyes. "Sahara is family," he said, his tone that of the alpha he was. "I don't like the fact I've never seen the two of them together." A grim line to his jaw. "I want to make sure she's still okay with him before we make any kind of a decision."
"Say we accept Krychek's bona fides"--Riley refilled Mercy's mug with milk rather than coffee, to her unimpressed snarl--"that still leaves the others who'll be in our territory if we say yes to his proposal."
"The Es should be no problem." Stretching out in his chair, Hawke grinned as Mercy gulped down the milk as if it was medicine. "Long as Sascha confirms they are Es. Your designation has a problem with violence."
"The pain of the victim rebounds back on us." Though there were more subtle, long-term ways an empath could attack another living being, things that had shocked Sascha the first time she'd read Empathic Gifts & Shadows.
"Don't, however, make the mistake of thinking all Es are trustworthy," Lucas said on the heels of Sascha's thoughts. "Kitten, tell them what it said in Alice's book."
Conscious that a lack of awareness as to the threat posed by Es could be as dangerous as placing blind trust in Kaleb Krychek, Sascha shared the repugnant truth. "In the past, a minority of empaths were known to have consciously manipulated the emotions of others." Her skin crawled at the act that went against everything she stood for as an E. "One E wanted everyone to be 'good,' while others did it for money, revenge, power . . ."
Judd's mug hit the wood of the table with a dull sound. "A truly gifted and subtle empath wouldn't need mind control," he said, clearly seeing the weaponized potential of such an ability.
"There'd also be no painful rebound effect"--Hawke's hand curled into a fist on the tabletop--"because the victim wouldn't even know it was happening."
That was the most evil aspect of it; an empath could effectively take away an individual's right to choose. "The good news," Sascha said, fighting her nausea, "is that such manipulation apparently requires prolonged contact with the intended victim and a high level of skill." Newly awakened empaths would be stumbling in the dark in comparison.
Mercy tapped her fingers on the table. "So it's not a danger we have to worry about immediately, but it needs to be part of the briefing given to any member of either DarkRiver or SnowDancer who might come in contact with an E."
No one had any arguments with that suggestion.
"That leaves the guards." Riley angled his head toward Judd. "You have a line on who they're likely to be?"
"Arrows. I'll vouch for them, though I don't think that'll be necessary--Vasic's heading the security team."
Mercy's gaze sharpened. "He's the one who brought in the medic when Dorian was shot," she said, naming a fellow DarkRiver sentinel.
"Yes. He also helped Ashaya"--Dorian's mate--"escape the Net. He's not interested in picking a fight." Tone altering on those last words, Judd said, "He's a man I trust to the bone--if he says this is a straight-up op, then it is."
Hawke and Lucas both nodded, Judd having long ago earned the trust of both alphas.
"Location's going to be critical if we agree to this." Rising, Mercy found a map of the area and spread it out on the table, the slight outward curve of her belly the only sign of her pregnancy. "Anyone have suggestions?"
Hawke used his finger to circle a low-lying section. "This was the site of the hyena attack awhile back. It's on the edges of both our territories, bracketed by DarkRiver on one side, SnowDancer on the other."
"It can be isolated within a secure perimeter without problem," Lucas murmured, eyes on the map. "And the area's open enough that satellite surveillance is a viable security option."
For the next hour, the others discussed exactly how the site could be secured, while Sascha sat and listened, the ebb and flow of their voices a rough, familiar music. It had taken her only a short time after her defection to understand that an empath was as social a creature as a pack-minded changeling--it had hurt her to be deprived of that sense of community, of family in the Net, though she hadn't understood the dull gnawing pain at the time.
Because it had been constant, a second heartbeat.
"Sascha." Lucas's voice, pitched for her ears alone as he lifted their clasped hands to his mouth to brush a kiss over her knuckles. "Whatever happens, we won't abandon the other Es."
Adoring him beyond reason for understanding the forces tearing her apart, she leaned her head against his shoulder. "I want them to have this life," she whispered. "I want them to know what it is to live without being suffocated every minute of every day. I want them to know freedom."
Chapter 5
Loyalty is not a trait limited to the E designation, but over the course of this study, it has become clear that once an empath chooses to give his or her loyalty, the bond is not one the E will ever easily sever--even when that bond threatens to cause the E in question mortal harm.
Excerpted from The Mysterious E Designation: Empathic Gifts & Shadows by Alice Eldridge
IVY TURNED TO head back to her cabin as soon as Vasic left, the teleport so fast she had the breath-stealing realization that he wasn't an ordinary telekinetic, but a Tk-V. A Traveler, someone for whom teleporting was as easy as breathing, and who could go from one end of the world to the other in a heartbeat.
That wasn't the scary part.
It was that there were no distinctive structures or natural formations in the part of the orchard to which he'd teleported. Which meant he'd done so by using her face as a lock . . . but he'd come in a little distance from her. So either he could 'port to within a certain radius of the target, or there was something in the orchard he'd been able to use as a focus. How then would he have obtained the image o
f the specific area in the first place?
She rubbed her forehead. Not that it mattered. If an Arrow wanted to find her, she'd be found. The fact Vasic was most probably a teleporter who could lock onto people only hammered home that inescapable truth.
"Ivy!"
Almost to the cabin, she saw her mother running toward her. Having thrown on a jacket over the simple khaki cargo pants and old sweatshirt that was her usual work wear when she wasn't handling her honeybees, Gwen Jane had longer legs than her daughter and made it to her side in seconds.
"I'm fine," Ivy said at once, kicking herself for not having telepathed that the instant it became clear Vasic didn't intend to do her harm. Her only excuse was stunned shock. "He only came to deliver a message." Her fingers pressed into the thick paper of the envelope he'd given her before he left.
"The settlement went into lockdown the instant we received your telepathic alarm." Gwen's chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her pale skin flushed. "I couldn't stop your father from heading out to cover you with a weapon, however."
"I know." She'd felt her father's telepathic touch. And while she couldn't prove it, her gut told her Vasic, too, had been aware of her father the entire time.
Gwen's eyes shifted over Ivy's left shoulder just as Rabbit "woofed" and ran to greet Ivy's father. Turning her attention back to Ivy, her mother said, "I assume we need to talk?"
Ivy wasn't the least disconcerted by her mother's lack of an emotive response. Gwen wasn't maternal in any obvious way, but that said nothing; Ivy's mother had changed her entire life so that her child could heal, and she'd done it without ever making that child feel at fault.
As had her father.
Where Gwen was taller than many men, her hair the soft black she'd bequeathed Ivy, Carter Hirsch was a stocky man of medium height, his eyes a clear copper ringed with gold. Ivy had always loved the fact she was so clearly an amalgam of the two most important people in her life. Though the genetics had worked out to leave her the shortest in the family, she had not only Gwen's hair, but the fineness of her mother's bones, while her golden skin tone echoed her father's part-Algerian heritage.