A tiny twinge of guilt. Then the cat wondered what Riley would think of her last successful "shoo-away." "Who knew she'd believe me?"
"Oh no? When you 'accidentally' opened the cupboard to expose my 'kitten cage' full of the poor, sad kitties I was going to snack on?" A raised eyebrow. "Wasn't the cage next to my special 'kitten defurring' tools?"
"They were obviously fake."
Bas just stared at her.
Mercy snarled. "Damn it. Let's go dancing."
"Yeah, let's. I need to plan how I'm going to fillet this bastard if he hurts you."
* * *
Riley couldn't do it. He couldn't stay away from Mercy. However, her cabin proved empty. He debated calling her, then realized that would betray far too much of the driving need in him. And he couldn't let her learn that, couldn't give her that much power over him. Shoving the phone into his pocket, he headed back to his vehicle.
That was when he scented him. Another male. One of the South Americans. His wolf bared its teeth inside him, but it was possession, not rage. The man had been here but wasn't any longer. He'd probably come looking for Mercy. It was tempting, oh-so-tempting, to track him down and make sure he understood that Mercy was off-limits, but Riley knew his cat. She wasn't the kind of woman to play off one man against another.
And if he went after Eduardo and Joaquin, she'd assume he didn't know that.
"Fuck." Logic was a bitch sometimes. Forcing himself to get in the vehicle, he turned around and went home, parking the four-wheel drive in a designated spot miles from the den and completing the rest of the distance on foot.
The exercise burned off most of his frustration and anger, but he couldn't make himself stay inside the network of beautifully constructed tunnels that had protected SnowDancer from enemy eyes more times than anyone could count. Instead, after showering and pulling on a fresh T-shirt and jeans, he went outside and found a seat on a storm-fallen tree on the edge of the White Zone.
He was sitting there, second-guessing his decision not to track Mercy down, when someone tracked him down. Catching the strawberry and candy scent on the breeze, he kept his back to his visitor, allowing her to decide if she wanted to talk to him.
A moment later, a small hand tugged on his sleeve.
Turning, he chucked Sakura under the chin. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"It's only nine and I had a nap today." A smile and a hopeful look.
Knowing he was a sucker, but unable to resist, he picked her up - doll and all - and sat her on his lap, where she curled into a contented little ball, her ear over his heart. A wave of tenderness swept over him and he cupped the back of her head in a gentle hold.
"Riley?"
"Hmm?" He stroked his hand over the sleek black fall of hair she'd inherited from her mother.
"Have you seen my daddy?"
Riley went over the roster in his head. "Elias should be coming back within half an hour."
"I'll stay and wait."
"Did you tell your mom?" he asked, thinking that while the hair had come from Yuki, the eyes were indisputably Elias's.
A nod. Tiny fingers braiding her doll's silky hair. "Riley?"
"Sakura."
A giggle. "Did you see my tooth?" She tilted up her head. "See, I lost two."
"Where'd they go?" he teased.
Another giggle, innocent and bright. "Mom said you should come have coffee with her and Dad."
Riley raised an eyebrow. "She did?"
"Uh-huh. And she even made pecan pie."
Riley loved pecan pie, as Yuki well knew. "Your mom's sneaky."
"That's what Dad says." She snuggled closer and he tightened his arms, very aware of her fragility. He couldn't believe one of his tough soldiers had produced this tiny creature, but it was true. Half the time, Elias didn't seem to believe it either. The other half, he strutted around like the proud papa he was.
"How come she's sneaky?"
"She wants to ask me questions, and she's bribing me with pie." He had no doubts that Yuki wanted to grill him about Mercy. Damn nosy packmates.
"Oh." Her attention was on her doll. "Do you think she looks pretty?"
"Very. Just like you."
A sunny smile was his reward. "I like you, Riley."
Riley felt his heart tighten. He liked Sakura, too. Brenna had once asked him if he'd had enough of parenthood what with having to shoulder so much responsibility in raising her and Andrew, but Riley had never seen it that way. To protect and raise a child was a gift. "What's your doll's name?""Mimi." Putting the doll on her lap, she patted his chest. "Riley?" A whisper.
He bent his ear to her lips.
"I ate some of your pie when Mom wasn't looking."
Riley burst out laughing, realizing she'd come to hide from the results of her misdemeanor. It amused the wolf in him, too. Because this pup was one of his own, part of a pack both man and wolf had vowed to protect. Now another loyalty was starting to rise, and it confused him on every level, making him question truths so integral to his life that they simply were.
Until her.
If this fire between them turned dark and exploded outward, it had the potential to devastate both SnowDancer and DarkRiver.
Still, he wondered how Mercy felt about kids . . . if a child was even possible between two such divergent changeling groups.
Chapter 22
Councilor Anthony Kyriakus looked at the husk that had been Samuel Rain and turned to the M-Psy standing next to him. "His chances of recovery?"
Laniea glanced reflexively at the electronic chart she likely knew back to front. "Small but not negligible. We were able to go in and remove the last threads of the compulsion, relieving the pressure on his brain."
"But?"
"But there was a lot of damage. We're not going to know how much until he wakes . . . if he wakes."
Anthony knew Samuel Rain had been a brilliant robotics engineer. What would it do to him if he woke to a reality where he could never again create anything? "The signature on the compulsion was degraded. Did you find anything else during the scan?"
Laniea shook her head. "The compulsion was woven by a highly experienced telepath - the signature was the first part of the programming to go."
"Send me the details. I may have missed something in my initial scan."
The telepathic transfer was concluded in less than a second. Laniea put the chart on the end of the patient's bed and shook her head. "There's one thing I haven't factored into his chances of survival and perhaps I should."
Anthony waited.
"His will." The M-Psy shook her head. "He shouldn't have been able to fight the compulsion, but he did. Maybe he'll fight death with that same strength."
It was a diagnosis that came perilously close to taking emotion into account. But Laniea knew Anthony would never betray her.
"Perhaps," Anthony said, "we lost more than our emotions when we embraced Silence. Perhaps we sacrificed the very thing that made us fight for our right to live."
"If it's waking again," Laniea said, "it's doing so with violence."
"But not in Samuel Rain." Anthony saw in this young man's refusal to surrender, a beacon of hope for his entire race. "In him, it woke to avert violence." Faith, he thought, would be so happy to hear that. His daughter saw too much darkness, her foreseeing gift dragging her deep into the abyss.
And yet despite it all, she kept growing ever stronger. It was dangerous for a Councilor to feel pride, to feel anything, but deep in the recesses of his mind, hidden behind a thousand shields, Anthony was proud of the woman his daughter had become. Now, he nodded to Laniea and left to update Faith on Samuel's condition.
Chapter 23
Mercy woke the next day to the clawing viciousness of her cat, a twisting, agonizing need that refused to let her rest. What worried her was that it wasn't only sexual. She missed Riley. "Oh, God."
She'd have sublimated her need in work, but she'd been ordered to take time off by Lucas, given the "ridiculous number of extra shifts" she'd pulled over the past few months. Saying he needed all his sentinels fully functional when this calm broke, he'd gone so far as to cancel her rotation on the city surveillance, meaning she was utterly free.
And miserable.
Hoping a cold shower would snap her out of it, she dragged herself to the bathroom. A message was waiting for her on the comm panel when she exited. Noting the familiar number, she called through. "Ashaya, what's up?"
Ashaya's distinctive blue-gray eyes widened in surprise. "That was quick."
"Lucas ordered me to take the day off. The cheek."
Ashaya smiled - that smile was still new, but there was no doubting it came from the heart. "I was going to ask you for a favor, but you should do something fun on your day off."
"I'm going insane," Mercy muttered, rubbing a hand over her heart. "Please give me something to do."
Ashaya's smile faded into concern. "Mercy? What's wrong?"
"My hormones are taking over my brain." God, she was going to bite Riley hard for doing this to her. How had he addicted her to him so quickly?
"Oh." Ashaya nodded. "I've had a few of those moments since my defection." Turning, she laughed at something Dorian had probably said before looking back. "As for the favor - I promised Amara I'd bring up something I've been working on. Do you think you could do it for me?"
Ashaya's twin was seriously nuts, but she was also smart as hell. "Won't she want to see you?"
"No, we've set up a meeting at a later date."
"What am I transporting?"
"One of those chips we found on the humans who attempted to kidnap me," Ashaya said. "I've been taking it apart bit by bit, trying to figure out how it works, what it does. Amara has a copy of her own, but I want her to see something I've found, get a second opinion."