Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

and haul her back in. Whatever it took. That was if the Council didn’t decide to do the job itself—she hadn’t forgotten those cloaked martial minds.
    Arrows.
    Assassins.
    In her case, they’d probably attempt containment. But she’d rather die than be incarcerated.
    “I’ve got you.” A callused hand pushed strands of hair off her face to cup her cheek.
    The unexpected tenderness wrenched at the heart of her, and deep within her mind, she saw the bond pulse. But then it stopped. A frown forming before she could Silence it, she looked inward. “I can’t experience the bond in its entirety until I cut the Net link.”
    “I thought you were unconsciously jamming it.” He scowled. “Unless . . . Usually, both sides have to deliberately accept the bond for it to come into complete effect. I thought we’d skipped that stage.”
    “I’m not doing anything. I didn’t even know it could be.” She paused. “It must be an automatic mental process. It makes sense that only one deep link can be functional at a time. Otherwise, the risk of overload would become unacceptable. But the mating bond is functioning to a certain extent.” She could see the images he sent. He could feel when she was in psychic trouble.
    Vaughn kissed her hard on the mouth. She gasped and stared.
    “You can analyze the bond all you like. After you’re out.” A demand. “I don’t like you being open to Council attack.”
    “Vaughn.” She felt things for him she couldn’t even have imagined feeling mere weeks ago. “My sister.”
    “Do you think you have a real chance of finding the killer through the Net?”
    She took her time to answer, to order her thoughts. “The visions are the single link and they come through the channels of my mind. I haven’t found anything on the Net.”
    “Then do it now, Faith. Before they realize you’ve come over to the side of the damn troublemaking animals.”
    A small laugh bubbled out of her. It was over before it began, but it had been spontaneous and it had been very real. “Hold me.”
    “Anytime.”
    Laying her head on his chest, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Pain squeezed her heart. It was almost a compulsion to step out into the PsyNet for one last look at the magnificent world that was about to be lost to her. But she couldn’t. Too much was at stake. The mating bond tied Vaughn to her—if she were ambushed or erased, who knew how it would affect him? And he was more important to her than anything. She did, however, regret that she wouldn’t have a chance to say good-bye to the one entity within the Net that wasn’t broken, wasn’t twisted. It was her hope that the NetMind would understand what she’d done and why.
    Drawing in the scent of her mate, she went deep, deep inside herself, past every shield and block, past reason and cognition to the primitive nucleus—because the link to the PsyNet was powered by instinct and made at the instant of birth, the one thing about her race that wasn’t controlled or manipulated.
    And there it was, in the absolute and utter center.
    She’d thought she’d linger over this, but she couldn’t. It hurt too much. Saying a soft good-bye, she reached out and sliced through it in a single fatal stroke.
    Everything ended.
    For one microsecond, she was the only thing in the universe, the only light in the darkness, the only living being in memory. Nerve endings screamed in agony and she felt her physical body jerk in hard spasms that threatened to tear muscle from bone. Life couldn’t exist in a vacuum and she was—
    But someone was holding her safe.
    Someone else breathed.
    Someone else lived.
    Someone else blazed bright in the utter black of nothing.
    She came awake with a gasp as her mind shoved through the lone avenue left to it—the bond to Vaughn. A flood of color, an overwhelming rush of scent and sound, fur under her fingertips and the sharp claws of animal passion, it all thrust into her heart and began to dig.
    Then someone kissed her.
    And that someone was hers in a way no one else would ever be. She comprehended that he was the fury and the passion, the male heat and the rich earth. She even knew his name. “Vaughn.”
    The soft whisper into his mouth kick-started Vaughn’s heart with a vicious jolt. He’d never been as terrified as he’d been the moment he’d felt Faith just stop.
    No heartbeat.
    No breath.
    No life.
    It had been less than a second, but he’d almost died. Then had come the avalanche of