Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation

“I’m sure you’re mistaken.”
    â€œI’ve been in their minds. I know exactly what they look like.” His mental trap was almost solid. There was no way she would’ve been able to break out if she’d planned on doing so. Enrique was stronger than she’d ever guessed, possibly the strongest cardinal in the Net.
    â€œHow?” Confusion and desperation were taking their toll. Murder sprang from rage, fury, jealousy. Enrique didn’t feel anything, so how could he be the violence that had stolen so many lives?
    â€œThe Council likes to know the enemy. We’ve been using volunteers to study their mental patterns.” He pushed at the flaw in her mind as one would poke at a wound.
    It hurt. “Sir, what are you doing?”
    â€œI don’t like waiting, Sascha.”
    But he liked talking, she thought. “I’m tying up the meeting. If I leave suddenly, it’ll negate everything we’ve achieved to date. I didn’t realize the Council was running such research.”
    â€œCall it a private interest. Their women make the best subjects—there’s something perfect about them.”
    I never guessed you were so perfect.
    â€œThey’re weak,” she said, prodding him on. “They feel. It’s the Psy who are perfect.”
    Enrique’s energy whirled cold and menacing around her as she started to inch back toward the hidden doorway into her mind. She had to get inside before she dropped out of the PsyNet. If Enrique succeeded in infiltrating her defenses, he’d destroy Lucas along with her. No, she thought, furious. Her mate would not die.
    A whisper of the forest in her mind. The panther hidden deep within her was pleased by her thoughts but its attention was fixed on Enrique, on the threat to its mate. Claws slid out and she felt her fingertips tingle.
    â€œPsy have to suppress emotion in order to survive, but changelings thrive without breaking under the pressure. I’d say that makes them the stronger species.” He paused and she froze her creeping progress. “Are you almost done?”
    â€œYes, sir.” She made her voice hold the faintest thread of fear, let him pick up the emotion.
    The walls of his mind went blue like the deepest oceanic ice. It was frighteningly beautiful. “Sascha, Sascha,” he whispered. “You’re truly extraordinary.”
    She didn’t respond, every ounce of concentration focused on getting back into her mind. His comments had her convinced he was the killer one second and confused the next. How could he be the serial? How? Those women had been torn part, annihilated from the mind out. Enrique was a man who didn’t feel any negative emotion. Not rage. Not anger. Not hatred.
    Was he simply out for her because she was flawed? Had he driven away the real murderer, the one who’d infected the Net with traces of violence? Disappointment tightened her gut. She couldn’t fail, couldn’t let the need for revenge plunge DarkRiver and the SnowDancers into war. They were her people now.
    â€œYou’re even more perfect than the changeling women.”
    â€œWho were these women?” she asked, nearly to the doorway. “I’d like to speak to them as well. The leopards tell me nothing.”
    â€œI’m afraid the experiments were a little taxing. They don’t like to let Psy into their minds. I had to damage them in order to gain an in-depth understanding.”
    Horror stopped her in midstep. “You killed them?”
    Lucas lunged at the walls of her mind, wanting to go for Enrique’s throat.
    â€œLab animals often die.”
    If she’d been in her physical body, she would’ve thrown up then and there. It was crystal clear that Enrique was happy to tell her everything—his only audience—because he thought he had her trapped. He was closing around her like a giant pincer.
    â€œThere’s pressure on my mind.” She could start to feel it but it wasn’t dangerous, not yet.
    â€œI’m at the end of my patience. Either you speak to me or I execute you. I assure you, the Council would back me fully for dealing with a defective Psy.”
    It was the word “defective” that got her moving again. She wasn’t defective and the changelings weren’t lab animals. They were the most beautiful, most alive, most passionate beings she’d ever met. But before she broke away, she had to