Psy & Changelings 10 - Kiss of Snow

trying to contain the power and it built up to a critical mass. If I release a steady stream of it, it’ll boost your energy levels without having a discernible impact like it did this time around.”
    Leaning over, Hawke nipped at her ear. She turned bright red. “Hawke.”
    “No one is angry at you, Sienna,” he murmured. “Look at them.”
    He saw her raise her head, glance around, felt the staggering relief that poured down the mating bond. When she turned and reached up to pull his hand from her hair, bring it to her lips, he was undone, his wolf her slave.
    Looking away from her only when she put his hand down on the table, her fingers tangled with his, he found the others had begun to speak amongst themselves, giving him and Sienna privacy. “It’s clear that Walker acts as a filter . . . a valve,” he said during a lull in the conversation.
    Matthias looked troubled. “What if something happens to Walker?”
    “We’ve been talking about that,” Sienna spoke up, a confidence in her voice that had been missing earlier. “The helix appeared in Walker’s mind around the time my mother was pregnant with me, so there’s a chance one of the other Psy in the network would develop the ability.”
    If they were right, she’d explained to Hawke, the implications were astounding. It meant the neosentience in a psychic network didn’t only organize the network, it could influence it on the individual level. Which, if the rumors about the current rot in the PsyNet were true, led to some very disturbing suppositions.
    “However,” Sienna continued, “we’re not relying on that. Now that we know what Walker’s mind does, Judd thinks he can train his own to mimic the effect. It won’t work anywhere near as well, and the power surge will be a lot rougher—”
    Matthias cut her off. “It’ll work.” A fierce smile. “That’s the important thing.”
    Kenji glanced at Walker. “Does it take anything out of you?”
    “No.” Walker tapped a finger on the table. “In fact, I’ve never felt more alive. For the first time in my life, I’m making complete use of my abilities. The valve runs automatically in the background, so it won’t interfere with my normal duties.”
    Jem stared at the Psy male. “Wow, I never heard you say so many words in a row before.”
    That made Tomás and Drew burst out laughing. Alexei, Cooper, and Matthias were a tad more restrained, but even they had grins on their faces. Hawke’s wolf laughed deep within. His pack, his mate. All here. Life was good . . . except for the fact the Psy Council now knew that not only Sienna, but the entire Lauren family, was alive.

     
    WALKER kept his hand on Lara’s lower back as they exited the meeting room. “Do you have patients?”
    “No. I healed everyone, remember?” A sparkling look from those tawny eyes. “ Everyone! Even the ones who were dying. I was super-healer. Or okay, super-healer with super-healer assistants. Did you know Tai kissed Evie right in front of Indigo? With tongue. And Maria baked everyone cupcakes.”
    “You’re still power-drunk.” It made sense. From what they’d learned over the past few years, it appeared that there was always a neo-sentience in any psychic network, and even the most embryonic one would’ve understood that the healers needed the power more than anyone else. Except that there’d been so much energy, giving Lara and the others extra really hadn’t been necessary. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
    Lara giggled. Slapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m so happy—all those injured, healed. I actually ran out of people. Too bad Alice Eldridge isn’t a wolf or I could’ve woken her up. Elias is kinda mad I found him and fixed him up without leaving even a teeny-tiny scar that he could brag about. When are the rest of the juveniles coming back? I bet you they’ll give me something to heal.”
    Hiding his laugh at the rapid speech that reminded him of his daughter—who was attempting to break the world skipping record in the White Zone—he nudged her in the direction he wanted her to go. “Tomorrow.”
    “Oh, good.”
    As she slid an arm around his waist, he said, “Drew said he had lots of sex. Want to do that instead?” He needed to claim her on a fundamental level, to touch and stroke and caress and know that she had come out of the flames of war unscathed.
    Lara’s head snapped up. “Now?”
    “Yes.”
    She grabbed his hand as if to drag him along behind her.