Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation

Walker answered.
    In spite of the way he’d accepted Marlee’s touch, she could feel nothing from him. Nothing. The same with Judd Lauren. The youngest two, Marlee and Toby, were definitely giving off emotion but Sienna was harder to read. “Are you all E-Psy?”
    Sienna shook her head. “What’s an E-Psy?”
    Walker threw her a sharp look. “Sienna.”
    The teenager sat back, her mouth shut. Sascha knew that the two males had to be worried that Sascha would betray them, linked as she was to the Net.
    â€œWhy did you come into SnowDancer territory? You had to know it was courting death.”
    Walker and Judd glanced at each other and when Walker spoke, she knew he spoke for all of them. “We defected.”
    Her shock had her reaching for Lucas’s hand, clasping it tight as it sat on the table. “What?”
    â€œThe entire family was slated for rehabilitation after our sister committed suicide.” Walker’s calm tone gave away nothing but Sascha could feel pain and anguish coming off Marlee and Toby.
    Instinctively, she did what she could to soothe them. Sienna’s eyes widened. “What are you doing, Sascha?”
    Walker and Judd froze, looking at Sascha as one would eye a poisonous snake. Judd turned to Hawke. “You promised us she was safe.” The words were razor sharp.
    â€œShe is.” The pale eyes of a wolf met Sascha’s. “Tell them what you were doing, sweetheart.”
    Lucas bristled. “Watch it, wolf.”
    Hawke’s smile was slow and very satisfied. Next to him, Sienna sat up absolutely straight in her chair, looking from the two alphas back to Sascha.
    â€œI’m sorry,” Sascha apologized, ignoring the byplay between the males. “My control over my powers is still a little erratic. I’m an E-Psy, an empath.”
    Walker leaned forward. “There’s no such thing as an E designation.”
    â€œThere used to be before Silence,” she told him. “E-Psy are healers of the mind. We’re supposed to help people who are drowning under the weight of emotion, but I guess our existence was a roadblock to the implementation of the Protocol.” So they’d been quietly destroyed. Despite everything she knew about her race, that admission of ultimate betrayal felt like a knife cut to the soul.
    â€œI think we need to talk,” Walker said.
    â€œYes.” She felt Lucas’s beast awaken, his possessive instincts disliking the idea of her alone with the other male. “I think we all need to talk more.”
    Walker took the hint. “Of course.”
    She thought back to what they’d been speaking about. “Why was the whole family sentenced to the Center?” She looked at the innocent faces of the children and wondered what kind of a cruel mind could deprive them of their personalities before they’d even had a chance to develop. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that the Lauren children had been the first to be so condemned, but nothing she’d seen thus far had prepared her for this new horror.
    â€œMy mother took her life in a most unusual fashion for a Psy—a cardinal Psy,” Sienna said, ignoring Walker’s look. “She stripped herself naked and teleported off Golden Gate Bridge, screaming that she was finally free.”

CHAPTER 23
    Sascha looked into the young cardinal’s eyes and wanted to tell her to let the anger and pain out. Damming it up behind a wall of silence would only equal a slow death. She’d learned that the hard way.
    â€œWe’d also had several . . . incidents in the past. The Council decided they needed to ‘purge’ our family tree of undesirable traits.” Judd’s eyes went to Marlee. “Nonbiological members of the family were given the choice to renounce any relationship or undergo rehabilitation.”
    Sascha read between the lines and what she heard was so heartbreaking she couldn’t speak. Marlee’s biological mother had forsaken her child, handed her over for torture. The staggering nature of the betrayal was something no one with a human or changeling heart would ever understand. And Sascha’s heart was no longer Psy, if it had ever been.
    â€œHow can you be alive?” Lucas raised her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. She knew it wasn’t a territorial marking—it was simply a changeling gesture of affection for a mate, something he