Mine to Possess

CHAPTER 39

Nine thirty the next morning, Talin stood with Clay’s packmates in Tamsyn’s kitchen, feeling deliciously sore and an idiot over her recent self-pity attack—Clay would never just decide to abandon her. He was far too loyal.

Her mood dimmed again. What if that was all that was tying him to her? Loyalty and friendship, the kind of friendship that wouldn’t allow him to rest until they had beaten the unknown thing killing her from the inside out? Her illness hadn’t struck since the day she had woken unable to gasp in air, but it would, and then Clay would have to look after her again, would feel obligated to do so.

Her mind filled with images of how she’d massaged him yesterday. That, done in love, had been no hardship. She wouldn’t cheapen Clay’s commitment to their relationship by imagining he felt any differently. But that’s not what she wanted to be to him, someone to be looked after, a friend in need. She wanted so much more—she wanted all of him.

Clutching at her coffee cup, she looked out the window to find Jon talking to one of the teenagers she’d first seen at the bar—a tall, auburn-haired boy who was starting to grow into his long legs and powerful shoulders.

“That’s Kit,” Tammy said, coming to stand beside her. “Old enough to know better and young enough to get Jon. Your boy, he’s strong. He’s going to be okay.”

“Yes,” Talin agreed. “He’ll become somebody if he’s given the chance.” But first, they had to make him disappear. Since neither of the children had family, Clay had told her the disappearing wouldn’t be a problem. DarkRiver was happy to accept them.

“Tally.” Clay held out his hand from where he was standing by the table.

She put down her coffee and went to him. His hand closed warm and safe around hers. “Where’s Dorian?”

“Missing me already?” The blond sentinel walked through from the living room. With him were Lucas, Sascha, Nathan, and a redheaded female Talin hadn’t yet met.

“I’m Mercy,” the woman said, before Dorian took the floor to relate yesterday’s events, with Clay and Talin filling in the gaps on their end.

“Judd coming?” Clay asked before Dorian could begin. “He deserves to know what happened. Man didn’t have to help us, but he did.”

Lucas nodded. “SnowDancers are turning out to be better allies than we thought.”

“For feral rabies-infected wolves,” Mercy muttered.

Dorian snickered. “Still mad over being the liaison?”

Mercy gave Dorian the finger, then twisted her head toward the front of the house. “He’s here,” she said, though Talin hadn’t heard anything.

Judd walked through a minute later. “I have a certain antipathy toward this place.”

Tamsyn scowled, hands on a muffin tin. “Why?”

“Because the last time I was here, I was bleeding half to death and you were torturing me with a stitch gun.”

“See the thanks I get?” the healer muttered.

“If you ever need anyone killed, just let me know,” Judd said with a straight face as he pulled out a chair and spun it around so the chair back was against his chest. His attention switched to Clay. “You said you got the boy and another child out?”

“Yes. Went like clockwork. Your contact have anything to do with that?”

Judd nodded. “But you got lucky with the timing, too. Something big went down in the PsyNet last night. Your op was hidden in the shadow of it.”

Sascha leaned forward. “I talked with Faith this morning. She said she’d spoken with the NetMind, but that it was too agitated to make much sense.”

“Damn,” Clay muttered. “An assassination?”

Judd’s eyes flickered in surprise. “Yes. A Council member.”

Silence gripped the table. Talin saw open distress on Sascha’s face. “My mother?” The cardinal clasped Lucas’s hand in a tight grip.

“She wasn’t the target,” Judd said, and Talin was startled to hear a hint of gentleness in his voice. “Oddly enough, Nikita is one of the more moderate Councilors—as long as her business interests aren’t compromised, she doesn’t support the idea of wholesale genocide.”

Talin shuddered at what that faint praise said about the Council as a whole.

“You can’t confirm?” Lucas asked, his facial markings stark against skin pulled taut.

“No. My contact’s gone silent and I have no way of knowing who was hit. I’m getting data through other sources. What I can tell you is that the Net is in chaos.”

Talin wanted to hug Sascha. She knew too well the confused feelings of an abandoned child. Part of her would always miss the stranger who had left her at the clinic door. Then Sascha lifted her head and her eyes told Talin the sentiment had been felt and appreciated.

It disconcerted her to be in a room with someone who could sense her emotions, but she figured she’d get used to it, as she had to the changelings’ ability to scent her moods.

“Dorian,” Clay said into the silence, “do the report.”

“Right.” He glanced at Judd. “This is in relation to the classified data you gave us.”

Judd’s expression iced over. “That wasn’t for public use.”

“The location is still airtight,” Clay said, meeting Judd’s eyes, two predators weighing each other up. “But we’ve got another problem.”

After a tense moment, Judd nodded. “Go.”

Dorian ran through the events that had led to the rescue of the children with military efficiency. Then he told them about the woman he’d followed from the point where they’d picked up the children. “Our contact.”

“She stuck around to make sure they were okay,” Talin said, unsurprised.

Dorian nodded. “That’s my take—she was heading to a hidden access point.” He smiled at Judd’s sudden alertness. “She said she doesn’t support the Implant Protocol, but that she’s being forced to work on it because she’s the best.”

Judd’s eyes turned assessing. “What did she look like?”

“Skin like hot chocolate, dark hair, tall, built like a woman should be, pale eyes—couldn’t catch the color with the distance. Sound familiar?”

Talin wondered at Dorian’s sensuous description, but no one else seemed to notice. More to the point, Judd’s response to the oral sketch was immediate. “Yes. What else did she say?”

“That in return for saving Jon and Noor, what she wants us to do is kidnap her kid. The boy—Keenan—is being held hostage by the Council as a way to ensure her good behavior.”

Growls sounded around the table. Talin might’ve been startled had she not already known what these people were like, the lengths they would go to to protect children.

Sascha, one hand still clasped in Lucas’s, sat forward. “Why? Why does her behavior rely on the child?”

Mercy choked on the muffin she’d grabbed. “He’s her baby. Reason enough.”

“No.” Sascha shook her head. “Not for the Psy.”

“Psy don’t feel,” Tamsyn agreed, “so the connection can’t be emotional.”

“Or maybe it is,” Sascha said, tone thoughtful. “We know nothing about this woman—it may be that she’s close to breaching Silence.”

“I got frostbite just talking to her,” Dorian muttered. “Trust me, she’s a fucking emotional refrigerator. But she’s right about the kid. He’s four years old and in the hands of the Council.”

“We have to help him.” Talin spoke up. She might be sitting in the midst of some of the most powerful people in San Francisco, but she was no coward. And she had the strength of a leopard at her side. “No matter why she did it, she got Jon and Noor out.”

Clay hugged her back against him, a tenseness to his muscles she couldn’t quite understand. “There’s going to be a problem,” he said quietly.

“The PsyNet,” Judd murmured. “Boy will need another neural net to hook into.”

“I don’t know how to connect someone to our Net or if it’s even possible,” Sascha said with a frown. “And yours isn’t stable enough to open up.”

Judd looked thoughtful. “With my mating Brenna, it’s gained some strength. Sienna continues to be erratic, but her control is better than it was when we considered the question of letting you in. It may work. We’ll have to enter his mind and cut his connection to the PsyNet.”

“That sounds like it would hurt him,” Talin said.

Judd’s eyes met hers. “Yes, it feels like dying. But if we don’t do it, they’ll track him down in seconds. And if the Council thinks his pain will sway his mother, they will hurt him again and again.” His voice wasn’t aggressive, but so icy cold that Talin shivered. When she felt Clay stiffen to attacking readiness, she put a hand on his arm and lifted up her head. Let it go, she mouthed. Judd hadn’t exactly been politic about telling her she was wrong, but she was sure he hadn’t meant to offend.

Clay held her gaze for a long moment, then gave a small nod. But as she turned back to the others, she knew he planned to have words with Judd later. She would just have to make sure she caught him before then. Startling as it was, Clay—big, intense, dangerous Clay—seemed to listen to her. “Who is she that the Council wants her that bad?”

“Her name,” Judd said, a deep satisfaction in his tone, “is Ashaya Aleine. She’s the M-Psy in charge of Protocol I. We had a suspicion that she might be on our side, but so long as the Council had her cooperation, we couldn’t trust her. I don’t think we can now, either—we have no idea why she wants the child removed from the equation.”

“She give you a time frame?” Clay asked Dorian.

“Within the next two months.”

“Then we can discuss the details later,” Clay said. “Noor will be up soon and we need to decide what to do to make her and Jon disappear.”

“Not a problem,” Lucas said, and for the first time, Talin heard the alpha in his tone. “Noor’s looks will change soon enough. Until then we use cosmetic methods to keep her hidden. We’re going to have to get her used to a new name, too. Maybe a nickname.”

“It’ll take time,” Sascha said, “but she’s young enough for it to be natural. With Jon, he has to make the choice.”

“I think he’ll be okay with that,” Talin said, a lump in her throat as she thought of the future now within Jon’s reach. “And he hasn’t hit his growth spurt. Another year and he’ll be taller, his body different. He’ll start shaving.”

“Tell him he’s getting that tattoo lasered off.” Tamsyn made a face. “It’s hideous.”

Talin had to agree. “And distinctive. His hair—it’s distinctive, too.”

Clay grunted. “He’ll cut it, no problem.”

Talin went to argue with him, then stopped. Jon probably would cut his shoulder-length hair without a peep—the boy was already showing the first signs of hero worship, and it was Clay he’d fixated on. Just like Noor. Talin could guess why. There was a deep protectiveness in Clay, a sense that once he made you his own, he’d do anything to keep you safe. Like he had for her.

She turned into his embrace. He dropped an absentminded kiss on her hair and at that moment, everything was right in her world. The Psy weren’t out there looking for more innocent children, she wasn’t slowly dying from a disease that was stealing into her very cells, and Clay trusted her without exception.

A few hours later, Clay found himself standing in a corner of the yard, watching Talin talk with the kids. When Dorian walked up to him, he didn’t waste time. “What didn’t you say in front of the others?”

The blond sentinel folded his arms. “How did you know?”

“I’m older and wiser, Boy Genius.”

“Knock it off.” Dorian scowled in Talin’s direction. “I swear if that nickname takes off, I’m going to take your Tally and dump her in the nearest body of ice-cold water.”

“Then I’d have to beat you up.”

“Hey, I spar with a Psy assassin on a regular basis and I’m not dead.” He began to play his pocketknife over his fingers in a familiar fashion. “Ashaya gave me some information I didn’t think you’d want Talin to hear.”

Clay kept his eyes on the tableau in front of him as Sascha came out of the house and headed toward Talin. For the first time, Clay realized how glad he was for Sascha’s presence in the pack. Without her, they might have lost Dorian forever after his sister’s murder. The sentinel Talin teased—it wasn’t the same Dorian as the one who had once wanted to tear open Sascha’s throat.

He hoped his alpha’s mate could help Jon and Noor, too, but knew that even the most gifted empath couldn’t fix everything. Until Tally had come back to him, Clay had been in danger of hurtling into such deep violence that nothing could’ve brought him back. And if she dared die on him, he’d hunt her into the afterlife.

“So,” he said, calming the leopard’s possessive violence by focusing on Tally. She made his heart so fucking tight, it hurt. “What did Aleine tell you?”

“That these two”—Dorian nodded toward the children—“might be safe, but the people running these experiments aren’t going to stop. Head guy’s name is Larsen. Ashaya thinks the man will come after Talin, too.”

His leopard roared to angry wakefulness. “We knew that. With Max down, she’s become their most visible adversary.”

Clay reached up and caught a football that seemed to come out of nowhere, then threw it across to the other side of the yard—in the direction of the woods that backed onto Tamsyn’s home. Nico and Jase were just walking out. The teenagers grabbed it, waved, then jogged over to join Talin and Sascha.

Nico was clearly taken with Tally. Clay didn’t interrupt the kid’s flirting. The boys knew what lines they could and couldn’t cross, and the fact that Nico was secure enough to seek affection from Tally meant he saw her as part of DarkRiver.

“We’ve got to clean up the loose ends.” His blood simmered at the hint of danger to his mate, but that wasn’t his top concern. Anyone who dared threaten her would die, end of story. He had seen her broken once. Never again.

Tally, eyes glazed, face splattered with blood, huddling in the corner. Quiet. So quiet. Even then, even after he’d terrified her with his violence, even after he’d left her alone with strangers, she had protected him with her silence.

Zeke got desperate when I still wouldn’t talk…

His Tally had gone mute rather than betray him. She had continued to love him though he’d broken every damn promise he’d ever made to her. It enraged the leopard that he couldn’t keep her safe now, reminded him of those years when Orrin had been hurting her and he hadn’t known. She was his life. He’d destroy the world for her. Yet this disease left him helpless.

“I had a call from Dev Santos earlier.” He forced himself to think past the blood fury. “He’s disposed of the mole.”

Dorian gave him a curious look. “Disposed?”

“I’m guessing in very small pieces.”

“I like this guy already.” Leaning back against the wall of the house, Dorian frowned. “You know, if these kidnappers have lost that source of information, they’re going to need a new one.” He swore. “They won’t kill Talin. They’ll try to take her alive.”

“No, they won’t.” Clay felt the claws of the animal unfurl within his skin, felt the power of it rip through his flesh. “It’s hard for dead men to do anything.”