Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

are signs of dissent in the PsyNet. The loss of Councilor Santano Enrique in somewhat mysterious circumstances has engendered an unstable level of speculation.”
    “What do you think we should do to stem the speculation?”
    Faith wasn’t sure she wanted it stopped—debate and change had to be better for the Net than stagnant obedience. But to say that would be to attract the wrong kind of attention. “I’m sure the Council has thought of a solution far better than anything I could offer.”
    Once again, Shoshanna smiled that cold Psy smile, something Faith had never adopted. If she felt no amusement or hope, why should she smile?
    “Don’t worry about offending me, Faith. I want to know what you’d do.”
    “I’d give the masses an answer. A concrete answer. Nothing stops conjecture as quickly as an irrefutable truth.” But what she’d glimpsed in the Net had held murmurs of a deeper dissatisfaction. The Council had already lost ground, important ground. No matter what they said now, some people would remain unconvinced.
    Shoshanna stopped and Faith realized they’d circled back to their original meeting spot. “Your view is one I happen to share. Perhaps we can further discuss the subject in the future.”
    Recognizing the dismissal, Faith nodded. “I look forward to it, Councilor.” Then she turned her back on the woman who’d one day have her blood on her hands and returned to her home with unhurried steps. Good thing Shoshanna wasn’t a cat like Vaughn or the erratic beat of her heart might have given her away.
    However, one good thing had come out of this encounter—she could lie to her father with a straight face and request privacy for “reasons previously discussed.” She did exactly that upon entering the house.
    “Have you been contacted?” Anthony asked.
    “In a sense,” she hedged, beginning to accept that her original lie had never been anything that simple. “I don’t believe it’s wise to talk of this on the general communications network.”
    “Of course. Let’s meet.”
    That was the last thing she wanted. “Not yet, Father. Arousing any suspicion at this stage could be detrimental.” To her health, certainly. She’d heard of the kinds of things aspirants did to get rid of the competition.
    Anthony nodded. “Keep me updated. Next time, use the PsyNet.”
    “Yes, sir.”
     
    That night, the darkness didn’t come. But neither did Vaughn. The rational part of Faith told her to use the respite from his constant assault on her Psy shields to tighten and bolster those lines of conditioning at risk of total failure. But that rational part stood no chance against her memories of the night before—bone-crushing terror and the dangerous safety of a jaguar’s touch.
    The truth was, she’d expected him to be here after the intensity of the previous night, had come to rely on his physical presence—she, a woman used to no one else in her space. And now he wasn’t here. Not that it mattered. She was Psy, she told herself as she kicked off her blanket and punched her inexplicably uncomfortable pillow into better shape. She didn’t feel anything. Certainly not disappointment and anger.

CHAPTER 13
    Having used up all his self-control the night before, Vaughn was waiting for Faith and he wasn’t doing it patiently. Though he was in human form, he’d taken to the trees, crouching above the fence to keep a lookout. Her feminine form should’ve appeared by now.
    Five more minutes dragged by. He was considering going in after her when he finally spotted her in the pitch black of the cloud-heavy night. She climbed the fence as easily as she’d done that first time and was nearing his position mere seconds later. He decided to let her go in a little farther before jumping down, so she wouldn’t be startled into a scream.
    Reaching him, she stopped and looked straight up into the branches. “Vaughn? I hope that’s you.”
    The cat was annoyed she’d discovered him. The man wanted to know why. “Don’t make any woman sounds.”
    Her eyes were cutting as he dropped down to face her, feet bare but everything else covered in jeans and a T-shirt. “I’m hardly likely to do that after taking so much trouble to get here without alerting anyone.” Pure, haughty female.
    He wanted to bite her. Hard enough to mark. To claim. “How did you know I was up there?”
    “I could sense you. It must indicate a previously dormant aspect of my abilities.”
    “What about other