“Oh, yeah, I’m going to do something about it.” And the lieutenant would never see it coming. “You going to do anything about it?”Īndrew thought of the plan he’d hatched late last night. “How come she’s so mad at you?” she asked with a blunt honesty that reminded him of Ben, the pup the healer often babysat for her friend Ava. “Trade secret.” A hint of a smile, those high cheekbones giving her eyes an almost feline appearance as she glanced up. “How the hell do you healers pull that shit?” “Don’t go there,” she warned, even as she slid her own arm around his waist, the soft black of her corkscrew curls glinting with sparks of red. “This bad mood have anything to do with-” Like most people in the den, he tended to forget she wasn’t that much older than he was, she was so competent. “I think you’ll look gorgeous in yellow.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, cuddling her smaller body to his. Who needs a stupid yellow dress anyway? Not someone with my skin tone.” That skin, a natural dark tan stroked with gold in this light, scrunched up as she made a face. “I decided to work it off by spending money, but I hate everything I’ve bought. “You must’ve come down before the shops opened,” he said, looking at the bags she had in hand. Shaking off the brutal images, he shifted on his heel to find himself facing Lara. I’ll send the intel through the grapevine if I hear anything else.”Īs Andrew watched the other man leave, he wondered what face this world would’ve worn if the Psy Council had been successful in seizing total power as it had been trying to do for decades. “But word is there’s nobody home after rehab, and there would have to be for them to understand what they’d become.” He glanced at his watch. “Maybe they suicided.” At Teijan’s glance, he shrugged. Could just be a bad rehabilitation or two.”Īndrew felt his skin creep at the thought of the Psy punishment of choice-a total psychic brainwipe that destroyed the individual and left a drooling shell behind.

“I’ve heard whispers of two or three Psy dead in suspicious circumstances, but no confirmations yet. Teijan made a clicking noise with his tongue. “Anything to back up that feeling?” he asked, knowing Teijan had finely developed antennae for trouble after keeping his people safe and protected for years in spite of their lack of numbers and physical strength. Since Psy didn’t feel, that kind of apprehension was more than curious. “Can’t quite put my finger on it, but if I didn’t know better, I’d say they were jumpy.” “Something weird going on with the Psy,” the Rat alpha now said.

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