Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation

answer it?” Tamsyn asked when she put the slim electronic tablet back into her pocket.
    â€œI am answering it.” Answering in such a way took less than 10 percent of her concentration. If she’d been a true cardinal, it would’ve taken less than a tenth of a percent.
    â€œI don’t get it.” Tamsyn frowned. “If you can communicate mentally anyway, why the actual call in the first place?”
    â€œBoundaries.” She finished her meal. “It’s like knocking before you enter a house. Only certain people have the right to initiate mental contact with me.” People like her mother and the Council.
    Lucas touched her shoulder with the fingers of the hand he had across the back of her chair. “I thought the PsyNet meant you were all in constant contact.”
    The PsyNet wasn’t a secret but neither was it to be talked about in detail. She’d failed part of her conditioning but this had held. Her mouth opened and she said, “Perhaps we should be leaving for our meeting.”
    She felt his entire body go so motionless, it was like he’d turned into the lethal beast he carried within. Lucas Hunter wasn’t used to being told no. “Of course.”
    She should’ve feared this side of his nature, but found herself fascinated. “Thank you for lunch,” she said to Tamsyn, wriggling her foot so the cub would let go. She didn’t want to hurt him or get him in trouble. He clung.
    Lucas pushed back his chair and stood. “Tell Nate I dropped by.”
    Tamsyn began to stand. Aware that she couldn’t remain sitting, Sascha decided to take a risk. Sending out a narrow telepathic beam, she spoke to the cub. Let go, baby, or you’ll get in trouble . She’d expected to have difficulty contacting him but the link was made in an instant, as if she were talking to a child Psy. The find was something she should’ve immediately fed into the PsyNet but she didn’t. It felt like betrayal.
    The cub—Julian—couldn’t answer, but he let go. He was pleased she hadn’t told on him because he wasn’t supposed to be chewing on shoes anymore. He was a big boy. Trying not to smile, she rose to her feet. It was difficult to keep her boot out of sight as she walked to the door but she maneuvered so that Lucas’s big frame was between her and Tamsyn.
    â€œDrop by anytime,” Tamsyn said. Putting her hands on Sascha’s arms, the other woman kissed her cheek.
    Sascha had frozen the instant Tamsyn touched her, feeling such overwhelming kindness from the brunette that she could do nothing else. She’d always imagined she could read the emotions of others but her delusions had never been this bad—there was simply no raw material in the Psy world to feed the fantasies of her fractured mind.
    â€œThank you.” The second Tamsyn let go, she stepped back and walked out the door to the waiting vehicle. It was too difficult to be in that room full of laughter and touch, warmth and temptation, and not hunger for more . . . for everything.
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    â€œOh dear,” Tamsyn said, watching Sascha retreat. “I shouldn’t have touched her.”
    Lucas hugged her to him. “Of course you should have. Just because she’s Psy doesn’t mean we are.”
    Tamsyn laughed. “Did you see her boot?”
    â€œYes.” Lucas was the alpha of DarkRiver—he’d known exactly what was going on with Julian. What he couldn’t understand was why Sascha had let it happen. And there had been that moment when Psy energy had flared extra bright. Perhaps her telepathic call had gotten heated, or perhaps she’d been doing something else. Like talking to a cub.
    â€œI never expected a Psy to be so good with children.” Tamsyn laid her head against his chest.
    â€œNeither did I.” Quite simply, she shouldn’t have been.
    The Psy would never allow a child to nibble on their shoes. There was no reason behind it, no efficiency. Yet this Psy had. “Tell me if the cubs say anything interesting.”
    The healer of DarkRiver was no fool. “Still nothing?”
    â€œNot yet.” Dropping a kiss on her hair, he said good-bye and headed out.
    Sascha was already in the vehicle when he took the driver’s seat. “Your first time with changeling children?”
    â€œYes.” She tucked the chewed toe behind her leg and right then and there, Lucas knew he was