Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation

she’d closed the door behind him. “It’s not like Councilor Enrique to visit you here.”
    â€œHe wanted to talk away from prying eyes.” Nikita’s tone said that that was the end of the discussion.
    â€œI need to know, if I’m going to start taking on more responsibility.”
    â€œYou don’t need to know this.” Her mother put her arms on the desk. “Tell me about the changeling.”
    Sascha knew it would do no good to push. The woman who was sitting in front of her was part of the most closed and secret society in the world, the Psy Council.
    They are Council. They are above the law .
    It had taken a changeling to make her see the truth. The Council were a law unto themselves. When they spoke, the PsyNet trembled. And when they sentenced an individual to rehabilitation, there was no Court of Appeal.
    Looking into her mother’s cool brown eyes, Sascha accepted that if the moment came, Nikita would vote to put her own daughter in the Center rather than lose her position of power.
    Those who felt emotion were the enemy . . . and enemies were to be shown no pity.
    â€œHe’s extremely intelligent,” she said, amazed at her own understatement. Lucas was one of the smartest, coolest negotiators she’d ever met. “Each and every unit has been presold.”
    â€œSo he gets his ten million.”
    â€œOur profits will be substantial despite that—there’s a huge shortage in the market.”
    â€œAre you suggesting we do another deal with them?”
    â€œI’d wait a while. We don’t know if we can work with them in the long term.” All she knew was that she’d betray herself if she dealt with Lucas and his people for any length of time. Today she’d had to change her boots. Tomorrow she might have to change her entire personality. It was impossible to be around the vibrant life of the leopards and not hunger to live like them.
    Then there was Lucas.
    He was the first male she’d ever met who sent her hormones into complete overdrive. Her years of Psy training felt like nothing when she was with him. The worst thing was, she didn’t care.
    â€œI agree,” Nikita said. “Let’s see if they deliver.”
    â€œI have little doubt they will. Mr. Hunter doesn’t strike me as the kind of man who leaves things unfinished.”
    â€œI found out something very interesting about our new partners while you were gone.” Nikita’s slender fingers pulled up some data using the computer’s touch screen. “It appears that the DarkRiver-SnowDancer pact goes much deeper than is common knowledge. The SnowDancers have a twenty percent stake in a lot of DarkRiver projects.”
    Sascha wasn’t surprised. In spite of his lazy charm, Lucas was iron-willed enough to impress even the most ruthless. “Is it reciprocal?”
    â€œYes. DarkRiver owns twenty percent in a commensurate number of SnowDancer projects.”
    â€œAn alliance based on shared territory and shared business profits.” It was a unique situation for the predatory changelings, notorious for their turf wars. That weakness made it easy for the Psy to manipulate them. All they had to do to create conflict was manufacture a territorial transgression. But Sascha had a feeling that things were changing—and most of her people were just too caught up in their sense of superiority to notice.
    â€œDon’t let your guard down around Hunter.”
    â€œYes, Mother.” Sascha had every intention of following Nikita’s advice. Lucas was not simply an alpha leopard, he was a highly sensual male. It was the latter that terrified her. Something in her flawed psyche reacted to him on the most visceral level.
    After much thought, she’d decided that the only way to get rid of the voracious need pushing at her shields was to indulge it in a safe environment. The actual event couldn’t be that difficult—she’d done her research, memorized several books of positions and skills.
    Her heartbeat staggered at the thought of what she was considering, throwing doubt on her certainties. What if it didn’t work? What if a taste made her crave more?
    Impossible, she told herself. She wasn’t that far gone, not yet completely lost. She was still Psy, still cardinal. It was all she knew how to be.
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    Lucas met with his sentinels late that night. Sprawled around his lair, Nate, Vaughn,