Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

she’d reached overload level. Her mind was about to go critical—the false sense of security that had allowed her to fence with him this morning was gone under the looming reality of a mental cascade. She pulled her feet up onto the swing and wrapped her arms around her knees. Desperately fighting the closing wings of darkness, she heard a low, throaty growl.
    She refused to open her eyes, refused to allow any more sensation into her mind. She had to stop hearing, stop feeling, stop seeing. Maybe then she could control the nerves going haywire inside of her. That was when human male hands cupped her face and everything snapped.
    Vaughn felt Faith go completely motionless under his touch. A split second later, her body spasmed with such violence that he knew she’d lost control of it. The second time, he barely caught her before she hit her head hard against the back of the swing, but she was already unconscious.
    “No,” he whispered, voice raw. He would not allow the Council to win and if he left Faith alone and untouched, they would. It had become imperative to him that this Psy became strong enough to make choices other than those mandated for her.
    Deciding against taking her inside, he was about to stand when he heard the distant noise of an approaching car. Identifying it from the sound of the eco-engine, he used his considerable speed to go into the house and pull on some clothes. He was outside on the swing with Faith in his arms by the time Lucas and Sascha pulled up. Sascha almost leaped from the vehicle and ran up the steps.
    “Oh, God, Vaughn!” Her rapidly darkening eyes moved over Faith’s silent body. “How could—”
    “I know what I’m doing.” Sascha might be an E-Psy, but the jaguar wasn’t budging on this one point. The cat knew something she didn’t, knew it on the deepest, most primitive level. If anyone had asked Vaughn to explain, he wouldn’t have been able to put his certainty into words, but that made it no less strong.
    “She’s so deeply unconscious that I can’t reach her and you think you know what you’re doing?” Her words were bullet fast.
    “Lucas,” Vaughn said quietly.
    The alpha’s eyes met his. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    Sascha turned furiously to her mate and when she didn’t speak aloud, Vaughn knew she was yelling at Lucas mind-to-mind. Lucas couldn’t broadcast speech, but the two had discovered that he could hear her perfectly fine. It made sense given that Lucas’s great-great-grandmother had been Psy.
    The alpha winced and caught Sascha around the waist to haul her up against his body. “He’s a sentinel. He protects. Leave it be, darling.”
    “He might protect, but that protection doesn’t stretch to Faith.”
    “It does now.”
    Everyone went silent. “Since when?” Lucas asked.
    “Since I decided.”
    “Fine.”
    Sascha glanced from one male to the other then shook her head in obvious frustration. “Let me see if she’s doing any better.” Wiggling out of Lucas’s grip, she came over. “She’s like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon.”
    He understood, and because she was one of the few beings he respected, he said, “I won’t bruise her wings, Sascha darling.”
    A smile flirted with her lips at the small tease. “What’s gotten into you?”
    He didn’t reply as she put her hands over Faith’s body and tried to read her emotional temperature. The truth was, he didn’t know the answer. Not withstanding the promise he’d just made, he wasn’t sure about Faith. Her story made sense, yet it could very well be a clever facade. The cat didn’t think so, but despite its predatory nature, the cat was sometimes innocent in a way the human male could never be.
    “She’s shut down to a point where I’d compare it to a coma—I don’t know when she’ll come out of it.”
    Vaughn cradled Faith against his chest. “She’ll be fine in a few minutes.”
    Sascha rose from her crouch. “How do you know that?”
    “Maybe I’m Psy.”
    She sighed. “Do I smell breakfast?” Without waiting for an answer, she strode inside the house.
    Lucas only spoke when she was out of earshot. “I’ve never questioned your judgment and I won’t do it now.”
    “But?”
    “She’s not like Sascha, Vaughn. Sascha could already feel before she came to us. Even if Faith’s story is completely true, she’s as cold as the rest of her race. Don’t forget that.”
    In his arms, he felt her heartbeat, felt the rush of her blood.