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Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

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throat.
    The bedside comm console chimed. They’d heard her fall of course. The outside sensors were very sensitive and she’d made a great deal of noise. Forcing herself to get up, she answered without visual. “I tripped on something.”
    “Are you injured?”
    “No. I’m fine. Please don’t disturb me till morning.” She cut off the communication with that bare statement, aware her vocal mask was about to crack. Her voice wanted to tremble, wanted to cry.
    Step two in the inevitable road to F-Psy insanity.
    She had to get out of this claustrophobic compound. But she couldn’t leave. Not now. Everybody was too aware of her wakefulness—they might even try to contact her again despite her orders. The urge to flee was so strong, it felt as if her skin had been drawn taut over flesh on the verge of explosion.
    She couldn’t satisfy the urge, couldn’t run free, couldn’t walk out to safety and toward the night-glow eyes of a predator so lethal that she shouldn’t have thought of him in the same breath as the word safety . He was out of her reach anyway—she was a prisoner in this place everyone called her home. Would it one day become her tomb?
    Shivering at the morbid thought, she crawled back into bed and lay there, staring up at the ceiling, memories of blood and horror her only companions. And though she refused to admit she felt anything, loneliness had a claw grip around her heart.
    It hurt.
     
    Faith woke the second someone whispered a breath against her neck. Her heart kicked into high gear. She knew that masculine scent, but its presence here was impossible. Thinking it an illusion of her stressed mind, she opened her eyes and found herself looking into the face of a human jaguar. He was lying alongside her, head propped up one hand.
    “What are you doing in my bed?” she asked, too surprised to suppress the question.
    “I just wanted to know if I could do it.” He’d left his hair undone and it flowed over his shoulders in an amber-gold wave that shone, though the only light came from a small night-lamp.
    That tiny lamp usually helped her delineate the line between waking and dreaming, but right now she wasn’t certain where she stood. Raising a hand, she touched his hair. Warm strands slid through her fingers. The unexpected shock of sensation had her snatching back her hand. “You’re real.”
    The smallest curving of his lips. “Are you sure?” He brushed a kiss over her mouth.
    It was the most fleeting of touches but she felt burned. “You’re definitely real.” An accusation.
    He chuckled, completely unrepentant.
    “Don’t make any loud sounds,” she cautioned. “This room and my bathroom are private but everything else is monitored. Did you—?”
    “They don’t know I’m here.” He looked up at the roof, at the skylight no one should’ve been able to open. “Psy don’t monitor danger from above.”
    She couldn’t figure out how he’d done it, but that didn’t surprise her—he was a cat, after all. “Did Sascha send you?”
    “Sascha thinks I’ll eat you up if given the chance.”
    “Will you?” She wasn’t sure about Vaughn, about the jaguar that prowled in the darkness behind the beauty of his eyes.
    A finger trailed down her face and she forced herself not to move. She was strong and she would get past this block. Her fingers tingled with the sensory memory of Vaughn’s hair and she wondered what his skin would feel like.
    “Come closer and find out.” His voice had gone rough, but there was nothing threatening about it. It was almost . . .
    She searched the dictionary in her mind and found the answer. “You’re trying to coax me.” No one had ever before done such a thing. They’d demanded, ordered, asked in pandering terms, but never had anyone coaxed.
    He was nearer to her, though she hadn’t noticed him move. But he remained atop the sheets while she lay below. Why then could she feel the heat of his body, almost as if he burned hotter than her?
    “Maybe.”
    It took her a second to remember her question. “Why?” Her hands were on top of the sheets, a hairsbreadth from the bare skin of his chest. Her eyes widened. “Are you naked?”
    “Unless you have some clothing to give me, yeah.” He sounded entirely too comfortable with that fact.
    “You can’t enter a woman’s bedroom naked.” That wasn’t acceptable behavior in any race.
    “I was clothed when I entered . . . in my fur.” He was all golden eyes and gleaming skin above

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