Psy & Changelings 05 - Hostage to Pleasure

would not put Ashaya back behind that wall of ice. “She’s becoming who she was always meant to be.”
    Zie Zen’s eyes flickered, before snapping to Ashaya. “You haven’t told him.”
    Dorian felt a prickle at the back of his neck, the honed instincts of a hundred predators before him. “Ashaya?”
    She gave him a look that could’ve cut glass. “This is not your business.”
    And that was when Dorian crossed over a very defined line in his head. “Yes,” he said. “It is.”
    Zie Zen glanced at his sleek silver timepiece. “I must go.”
    “Your pickup about to arrive?”
    Zie Zen nodded. A second later, a Psy male in a black uniform blinked into place. Ashaya glanced at the Tk-Psy but didn’t say anything as the man nodded once at Dorian, then teleported both himself and Zie Zen out of the warehouse.
    “Don’t you care that they know about your pack’s part in this?”
    “They have no real information to use against us.” Dorian shrugged. “And the Council knows we hate their guts.”
    Ashaya refused to look at him as he moved ever closer. The heat of him seeped through her back and into her bones as he stopped behind her. She waited for him to speak but he said nothing. She’d noticed that about him. Dorian always waited. Knowing the tactic didn’t make it any less disconcerting.
    A breath whispered past her ear and she knew he was bending down. His lips touched the sensitive skin of her nape. Light, so light, they could’ve been butterfly wings. But she felt them. They burned. And still she didn’t move.
    “You lied about Omega being an active project.”
    Relieved at the topic, she said, “So?”
    The next question wasn’t so easy. “What was Zie Zen talking about? What haven’t you told me?”
    She kept her silence even as she felt her body begin to burn from the inside out.
    His fingers brushed over her. Gentle, teasing touches along her neck. Invitations to surrender . . . to sin. “Stop,” she whispered.
    “Why?”
    “Because I can’t break open. Not fully.” Every time her internal shields dropped, Amara whispered to her. Ashaya was in no doubt that her sister already had a lock on her physical position.
    Heat, sweet, teasing heat against the lobe of her ear. The brush of lips that looked so hard when he was angry, but felt velvety soft. It made her shiver. “Dorian, you have to stop. I told you, I can’t simply forget Sile—”
    “Why?”
    He was so close, the lean hardness of him pressed against her like living fire.
    She swallowed. “I can’t. ”
    “Why?” Insistent. Adamant.
    “Because if I do,” she said, shattering a silence she’d kept for more years than she could count, “then Amara will find me.” She hoped he hadn’t noticed her minute hesitation. Because it wasn’t for herself that she feared—she would live if Amara found her.
    Keenan wouldn’t.
    And even that wasn’t the true horror of it.
    Dorian pulled back. “Explain.”
    Ashaya wondered where to start. She’d just opened her mouth when Dorian’s cell phone began beeping. He kept one hand on her hip as he checked the readout. “It’s Jimmy.” A pause, followed by a rapid-fire conversation. “Yeah? When? Okay, get the hell away from them. No, that’s all I need.” Hanging up, he filled her in. “More Psy on the streets—they obviously know you’re here but not where.”
    “Amara.” She knew in her gut that the information had come from Amara, but her sister wouldn’t have given them the exact location. That wasn’t how the game was played. “She—”
    Dorian cut her off. “You can explain later. Right now, we need to get you out of the hot zone.”
    “Why can’t we stay here?”
    He squeezed her hip and the sensation was an electric current crackling over her body. “Telepathic scans might be illegal, but these aren’t boy scouts we’re dealing with. All it’ll take is for them to scan one person who saw you in the car. Come on.” He grabbed her hand.
    To her surprise, he didn’t lead her toward the parked car. They headed to the back of the structure instead. He pushed open a small door and pulled her through to the bright sunshine of the early summer’s day. She was still trying to acclimatize her eyes to the light when they went through the back door of another building and then downstairs.
    “Where are we going?” she gasped as they jogged down the narrow corridor and to the door at the end.
    “Wait and see.” Giving her a sharp grin, he twisted open