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Her eyes were catlike in their smugness. "Look at the heads of the family trees. "
He finally released her hair so he could spread out the charts. "I'm not seeing anything obvious. "
"That's because it's not. " She picked up one particular sheet. "This is Jon's record. I was staring at it this morning when it struck me that I'd heard - read - the name Duchslaya Yurev before. He's at the top of this tree. I did a search. " She pointed to the computer built into the side of the desk. "Yurev was one of his generation's greatest minds. He's half the reason we know as much as we do about genetics. "
"Kid's full name is Jonquil Alexi Duchslaya," Clay said, looking at the chart. "Okay, it's an ancestral name. Not unusual. "
"No, but guess what. " She traced a line on the chart. "Jonquil is Yurev's only remaining direct descendant. "
Excitement gripped his gut. "Was Yurev human?"
"No. " Her next words were a whisper. "He was a cardinal telepath. "
"Damn. "
"Yeah. "
For a minute, they just stared at each other. "What about the other names?"
Her face fell. "Nothing. It's like they've been erased from the system - I only realized about Yurev because he was mentioned in an out-of-print textbook I read when I was fifteen. I was bored and it was the last physical book in the library I hadn't read. "
"Geek. "
She stuck out her tongue at him. "I guess Yurev was too famous to wipe out completely - though you know, he's not in any of the electronic textbooks, hasn't been for over half a century. Even the Internet databases have very little on him. If he was that hard to trace, I have no clue how Shine did the others. "
"Maybe," he murmured, "they had a head start, a list to a certain point. "
"Hold on. " Tally liberated a small notebook from the confusion of paper on the table. "See on the family trees, they also have locations listed next to the names. Around two generations back, sometimes three, they start to scatter. "
"A diaspora. " Clay blew out a breath. "Yurev wasn't the only Psy. "
"No," she said. "I can't prove it but it fits. The murdered kids were all gifted in a way that was almost Psy. " Her mouth fell open at the echo of Dev's words. "Dev was telling us without telling us. "
"Someone's trying to gag him, but I don't think he's happy about it. "
"You don't think we could be jumping to conclusions?"
He shoved a hand through his hair. "My instincts say we're right, but one name isn't enough to go on. "
"And," Talin pointed out, "once, the Psy were like us. I mean they intermarried with humans and changelings. It wasn't anything weird. " Her tone became less certain. "A lot of us probably have Psy blood in our past. "
"I know for certain that Lucas does. " Turning, he leaned back against the table and wrapped an arm around her waist, delighted when she automatically put her hands on his shoulders. "We need a Psy perspective. "
He felt her body go stiff, but her response was a nod. "You're right. Here or - "
"Sascha's likely to be around. " He was male, but he wasn't stupid - no sense in aggravating Tally with Faith. The cat preened in the heat of her possessiveness. "We've got a new development deal going with a Psy corporation. "
"Psy?" Curiosity had her leaning into him. "I thought they liked to keep to their own businesses. I've heard rumors saying, you compete with the Psy, you die. "
He couldn't resist reaching out to trace the curve of her lip. She pretended to snap her teeth at him. His cock was suddenly taut with need but he resisted the urge to lay her on the table and satisfy his hunger. "DarkRiver ran a project for Nikita's mother. The profits were huge. "
"It's a big shift," Talin murmured, her heartbeat steady under his stroking fingertips but her scent edged with the exquisite bite of arousal. Her mind might not have made the decision yet, but her body craved his. "I wonder if you guys even realize it. "
"Oh, we realize it. " Clay relaxed at the clear signs that she wasn't suffering any ill effects from that morning. "But no sense tipping off the enemy. "
"You make it sound like a war. "
"It damn well is. And these children" - he pointed to the files - "are some of the casualities. "
That shook her. "I have the feeling there's more going on here than I know. " But she wouldn't ask. He either trusted her or he didn't.
He drew her between the vee of his thighs, one hand sliding down to press over her lower back. "Are you trying to pretend to be stoic?" he asked. "It doesn't work if you tap your toe in temper. "
She glanced down and blushed. "That wasn't nice. "
A warning graze along her neck with sharp leopard teeth. "I'll tell you anything you want to know. " His unshaven jaw rasped over the skin exposed by her V-necked sweater. "But right now we have to focus on this. We'll talk about the other stuff later. " He pressed a row of kisses along that same triangle of flesh. "Freckles. I want to count them. "
"You'll lose count after the first million. " Her heart felt like it would burst from inside her chest. Did he have any idea what he meant to her? She didn't think so.
"Go get the others. " It would give her time to compose herself, to put her heart back together. "Call Faith, too. " She made a face and pulled the short hairs at his nape. "I'm not a baby. I can handle her. "
He shot her an amused look. "Very mature. "
"Shuddup. Go. "
"I can call them from here. " He proceeded to do exactly that. "Sascha will be here in about an hour. Faith's tied up with something, so you don't have to be mature. "
"Really not nice. " She began to sit back down at the table.
Clay grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. "First, we eat. "
"But - "
"Did you have lunch?"
She considered lying but knew he'd catch her out. "No. "
"It's three o'clock. "
"Did you eat?" she countered.
His response was a grunt.
Scowling at his back, she let him tug her down the corridor and past several startled people she assumed were his packmates. "Answer my question. "
"I'm a man. You're small and weak. Different rules apply. "
"Of all the - !" she yelled. "That's it. I'm going to kill you this time. "
The woman in front of them pressed her body to the side of the corridor, computer tablet held up like a shield, eyes in danger of popping out of her head.
"Clay, I swear to God, if you don't - "
He stopped so suddenly, she almost careened into his back. Turning, he fixed her with an intimidating look. "Behave. " Cool, calm, a voice that dared her to disobey.
Her mouth fell open. "Take that back or I'm not going anywhere with you. "
"How are you going to stop me?" His smile was pure, conceited cat.
Her temper, hard to arouse, quick to blow over, but steaming hot while it was up, flared into full life. She smiled, patted his arm. "Oh, Clay darling, if you had told me you were feeling irritated because of your. . . problems, I wouldn't have made a fuss. " She knew very well the changelings around her could hear every whispered word.
"Tally. " It was a warning growl.
"I mean it must be embarrassing for you. . . being that you're such a big man. " Her tone implied all sorts of things. "Last night was an aberration, I'm sure. And if not, there are always the pills. "
Gasps sounded up and down the corridor.
Clay's eyes blazed hot. "I'm going to show you aberration, you brat. " He turned and glared at their audience, as if memorizing every single face.
Suddenly, everyone had somewhere else to be. Only when he'd intimidated the corridor clear did he turn back to her. "I bet you think you're funny. "
She grinned. "Yep. "
"I hope you still think that when I'm proving to you just how big I am. "
Her eyes dropped involuntarily to his pants and she realized she might have
pushed him a tad too far. "Now, Clay. . . "
Pressing his body against hers, he hugged her to him with one arm and bent to speak with his lips against her ear. "Now, Tally," he mimicked.
"Bully. "
"Brat. "
At the familiar exchange, Talin felt something else "click" into place between them. Clay's expression told her he felt it, too. Giddy, she pressed a kiss to his throat, the affectionate act completely spontaneous. "I'm hungry. "
"So am I. " His tone was a lazy invitation. "When are you going to feed me?"
A rush of damp heat between her legs. Lord have mercy but she couldn't remember any of her rational reasons for not having a sexual relationship with Clay.
Chapter 30
By the time they returned from lunch, Sascha and Lucas were already in the meeting room. "There you are. We were waiting for you. "
It was impossible to do anything but smile in response to the incredible warmth in Sascha's voice. "Clay decided to eat the place down. "
"Yes," Sascha said, a frown forming between her eyes, "I heard that you've been having some problems. " The last word was a sympathetic whisper.
Talin felt Clay stiffen behind her and was about to set Sascha straight when she noticed the glint of humor in the cardinal's eyes.
"Better watch out, Clay," Lucas drawled from where he sat on the side nearest the door, feet on the table and chair tipped back. "You'll be getting helpful advice from the juveniles before you know it. "
Clay clasped Talin's nape with one hand. "You are in so much trouble. "
Her laugh made the others grin. "It was your own fault. "