Psy & Changelings 05 - Hostage to Pleasure

said.
    “But?” The other woman’s eyes were dark, intent.
    “But he needs the control right now.” Ashaya decided to stick to the bare facts. “There are those who would track him.” If Amara got her hands on Keenan—She cut off that line of thought before it could attract the very person she wanted to avoid. “I’m working to ensure his safety, but until then, he has to be very careful how much of himself he reveals on a telepathic level.” Technically, Amara’s telepathy was as weak as Ashaya’s, but Ashaya had learned to never underestimate her twin.
    Tamsyn folded her arms. “I accept that. But let me tell you something, Ashaya—I love kids. I won’t stand for his being in pain.”
    “Good.”
    “You know,” the other woman said, breaking into a sudden smile, “I think you and Tally will get on very, very well.”
    Right then, Dorian walked back in. “I’ve rescheduled—had to move the meeting to a central location to accommodate your guest. We have to get going.”
    “Give me a minute.” Making her way to the living room, she found Keenan seated quietly in front of Kit, absorbed by the fluid movement of Kit’s hands.
    A coin trick, she saw a moment later.
    Keenan’s fascination was no surprise—her baby had always been attracted to shiny things. A small flaw, negligible in a child. Only Ashaya had wondered if the predilection arose from the secret he carried within. The shiny things would reflect attention off him, making him invisible. Or perhaps, she thought as she knelt beside him, she was seeing too much into a child’s simple pleasures.
    “You’re going,” he guessed, lips trembling for an instant before he bit down, reining in his emotions.
    Her heart hurt. One day, she promised silently, one day, he wouldn’t have to hide anything. “But I’ll be back.” It was out before she could censor herself. So she didn’t even try. Raising her hand, she cupped his cheek as she hadn’t dared to do for so many years. “Be good, little man. I return tonight.”
    Thin arms wrapped around her neck with surprising strength. “I’ll wait for you . . . Mommy.”
     
They were in the car before Ashaya allowed the impact of those words to filter through her. How would it affect Keenan if she didn’t return as she’d promised—tonight or any other night? “Will you look after my son if I don’t make it?”
    Dorian’s jaw firmed to a tight line. “The fact you need to ask that tells me how little you know about DarkRiver. And no one’s touching you while I’m around.”
    She didn’t know where her next words came from. “You’re the only one allowed to execute me if I prove a traitor?”
    His lips twitched. “Yes. So you be good, too.”
    Feeling the quicksand shifting under her feet, she took a step back. “You didn’t tell me who this meeting was with.”
    He made a sound of disappointment at her retreat. “Kiss me and I’ll talk.”
    She knew he was trying to annoy her on purpose. “Do cats take pleasure in being inscrutable?”
    “Maybe. How’s the DNA voodoo going?” Amusement, not mockery.
    She didn’t blame him for his disbelief—to him, her avowed ability had to stretch the bounds of impossibility. But to her, it made perfect sense, being the extreme end of the M-Psy spectrum. “It’s a slow process. Do you think I could get a control sample from one of your packmates for comparison?”
    “Sure.” He shrugged. “It’s not like the Psy haven’t got our DNA already.”
    “I was never in that field of research.”
    “Field?”
    “Biological weapons designed specifically to target your populations.”
    Dorian’s hands clenched on the manual controls. “We guessed, but no one’s ever been able to confirm.”
    “That outbreak of virulent flu in Nova Scotia three years ago? It was meant to be limited to the changelings in the area.” She finally felt as if she was giving DarkRiver something of value in return for the priceless gift they’d given her in protecting Keenan.
    Dorian whistled. “It spread—to humans and then the Psy. Damn, I was right.”
    “About what?”
    “You first.”
    Curious, she decided to cooperate. “What the scientists working on these projects don’t seem to accept—and I don’t know if it’s willful blindness, or an inability to see the obvious because of bias—is that despite our racial differences, we are one species. It’s why we can interbreed. Our genes are simply expressed in different forms.”
    “You