Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

wanted and successfully dropped out of the Net, what would she be? Nothing. A broken Psy without race or family. She’d done enough reading to know that her inborn talent wasn’t always respected in the human-changeling world. Many scoffed at the idea of foresight. There were some who went so far as to call her entire designation a fraud.
    Of course, none of that would mean anything if her abilities continued to spiral into chaos. She had to find a way to exert control over the dark visions, even if she couldn’t block them. Vaughn’s fingers whispered over her cheek. She was unable to stop her reflexive movement. “Yes?”
    “We’re here.”
    As she removed the blindfold, the lingering sensation of his touch threatened to smudge the strength of her recent decision to regain mastery over her own body and mind. She knew it was hazardous to feel anything, that emotions could drive her over the edge, but that did nothing to diminish the temptation to engage with Vaughn on all levels—physical, mental, and emotional. Because she knew that if she succeeded in leashing the dark side of her ability and returned to her normal existence, she’d live the rest of her life without a jaguar who liked to tease in the most sensual of ways, who pushed her to face her fears, and who, quite simply, made her feel alive.
    Leaving the blindfold on the dash, she stepped out and closed the door. Vaughn was already on the lighted porch, speaking to Sascha. Faith couldn’t see Lucas, but assumed he was nearby—the alpha had appeared extremely protective of his mate. It made her speculate whether the Council had done more than put a simple prohibition over Sascha Duncan.
    “Hello, Faith.” Sascha smiled and gestured to the chair beside hers.
    “Hello.” Faith took the seat, but found herself unable to look at Vaughn. He asked too much of her by his mere presence and she didn’t know what answers to give him.
    “I’ll be close by.” Vaughn walked off around the corner, and though it was impossible, she thought she felt him change.
    “Where’s Lucas?” Faith asked, instead of trailing behind him and indulging her need to see him as a jaguar once more. He was beautiful in either form, a lethal blade of a man, and she itched to stroke him. But she could justify it more while he was jaguar, tell herself it wasn’t the same as permitting her fingers to trail over the human male’s skin. Of course, quite aside from her confusion about which path to choose, she wasn’t sure she could touch either man or cat without crumbling.
    “My mate had some other business to take care of.”
    The unexpected declaration wrenched Faith’s attention to the woman beside her. “He let you come alone?”
    Sascha flicked her plait over her shoulder. “I’m a cardinal of considerable strength. Why does everyone think I need a keeper?”
    “I didn’t mean any offense.”
    “None taken.” The other woman shook her head. “You’re right, DarkRiver males are extremely possessive and protective. But you can’t give in to it—you have to learn to take a stand or it’ll end in disaster.”
    Faith found herself intrigued by the chance to learn something about Vaughn’s world. “How?”
    “Like all predators, the cats are very strong, physically and emotionally. If they don’t receive the same kind of, what’s the right word . . . feedback, from their mates, they tend to become aggressive in the worst sense of the word.” Sascha shrugged. “They try to dominate, but a dominated mate is not what makes them happy. Cats like seeing claws.”
    Was that what Vaughn had been doing to her? Pushing her to make her show her claws? “Can you tell me the changeling definition of a mate?”
    “It’s more than marriage, and far, far more than anything the Psy know.” Sascha’s lips curved. With her hair braided tightly off her face, she was beauty cut in perfect lines. “It’s everything I never dared to dream.”
    Faith wanted to ask so much more, but their time was limited—she had to be back inside the compound before dawn. “The darkness is continuing to hunt me.”
    “Hunt? An odd word to use.”
    “But correct in this circumstance. Psychically, it feels as if the darkness searches for and locks on to me.”
    “It almost sounds like a forced telepathic link, not foresight.”
    Faith nodded. “Yes, but it’s not. I am seeing the future, but the visions are channeled through the murderer, so in actuality, I’m in two timestreams