Seeing the loaded pressure injector in her sister's hand, Ashaya felt a wave of wild protectiveness sweep over her. "I won't let you touch him."
"You'd never harm me." Confident, brazen.
But she was wrong. Not giving herself time to think, Ashaya walked forward and kicked out her leg, hitting her twin's knee side-on. Amara cried out and collapsed into a whimpering pile on the forest floor. Ashaya could feel her sister's mind scrabbling at the surface of her own as she leaned down, took the injector, and stowed it away in a pocket.
"Your hurt me." An uncomprehending statement.
Heart torn and bloodied, Ashaya knelt down beside Amara and put her hand on her cheek. "To save you." She didn't glance up when Dorian dropped soundlessly behind Amara's fallen body. Her sister found her hands tied behind her back, her ankles roped together before she could struggle away. Betrayal turned her eyes indigo.
Ashaya felt the painful shove of her twin shutting her out completely on the psychic plane. "You need help, Amara."
Nothing from Amara's mind as Dorian swung her up over his shoulder. "I'll carry her the rest of the way."
Ashaya nodded and began to walk beside him. She kept trying to catch Amara's gaze, but her sister stared fixedly down at the forest floor. "Did I hurt your knee badly?" she asked.
Nothing.
She looked at Dorian, feeling helpless and in the wrong, though she knew she'd done the right thing. This way, Amara stayed alive. If she'd attacked Dorian, she'd probably have ended up de -
A telepathic strike that drove her to her knees, every ounce of Amara's meager Tp abilities focused over a very short distance and shoved like an ice pick into Ashaya's brain. Ashaya gripped her head, unable to see through the brutal ferocity of the pain.
Dorian saw Ashaya go down and made his decision in the flicker between one instant and the next. "Fuck this." He dropped Amara lightly to the ground. Then he coldcocked her.
She went out like a light.
But he wasn't looking at her anymore. He was cradling Ashaya in his lap, stroking his hand over her hair, dropping kisses along her temple, and wiping away her tears. She whimpered as if it still hurt. It was such a helpless sound to come from this woman who never let anything bring her down. The rage inside him was a powerful beating thing, but it had nowhere to go - because killing Amara would kill a part of Ashaya, too.
So he just held her until she raised her head. Her gaze went to her sister's unconscious body. "You hit her."
"Only way I could think of to cut off whatever it was she was doing to you." He figured she'd be shocked, maybe a hell of a lot more than shocked. He didn't care. Not when it came to protecting her.
But she didn't berate him. Instead, she nodded, a bruised kind of resignation in her eyes. "I'd almost convinced myself it would all work out, that she'd listen." She shook her head. "There's going to be no easy answer, is there, Dorian?"
He couldn't lie to her. "No, Shaya." This would make them all bleed before it was over.
Chapter 42
Kaleb watched the late afternoon foot traffic in the square outside his Moscow office and considered what Henry had shared at the Council meeting an hour ago. This group - Pure Psy - posed a potential problem. Vigilantes of any type had a way of turning against the very power structure they initially supported. "Silver," he said into the intercom.
His aide walked in from the outer office. "Sir?"
"I want you to find out everything you can about a group called Pure Psy."
Silver made a note on her organizer before looking up. "Sir, my family has been approached with an invitation to join Pure Psy."
Given the Mercant family's ruthless penchant for following power, Silver's willingness to share this information was an interesting comment on his own perceived status. "What can you tell me about them?"
"Not much at this stage. The group won't discuss the exact nature of its activities with nonmembers. My family is being cautious about getting involved - we don't want to do anything to jeopardize our standing with the Council."
It was a veiled offer to feed him information. Kaleb knew Silver's family would cut his throat without a thought if he lost his power, but for now, he had the Mercant resources at his disposal. He'd have been concerned that Silver would betray him with the same glibness, but that wasn't the Mercant way. The family had a history of unswerving loyalty unless and until the object of that loyalty proved weak. "Thank you, Silver," he said. "I'd appreciate being kept updated on Pure Psy's activities."
"Yes, sir. Was that all?"
"Yes."
After his aide left, Kaleb took a small platinum charm from his pocket.
A single star. A marker.
The NetMind and DarkMind had both defied him in his search for the owner of the charm, but he would succeed. Failure simply wasn't an option.
Chapter 43
Iliana Aleine was interned at the Center as per Council order 507179, and given intensive rehabilitation. She did not wake from the final procedure. The death arose from complications due to her diseased mind and has been ruled natural.
- Death notice received by Ashaya and Amara Aleine, December 2069
"I asked Lucas to get Sascha," Dorian told Ashaya after closing his phone and slinging Amara back over his shoulder. "Her gift might help with your sister."
Ashaya nodded, hovering as they returned to the cabin and he put his burden in a chair inside.
"We have to be safe," he told her as he immobilized Amara with ropes.
"I know." But she watched her twin with need in her eyes that Dorian knew would never be fulfilled. Amara was incapable of love as most people understood it - he'd got that with only a glancing acquaintance. But, he thought, tying the final knot, there was something there. It had driven Amara this far into dangerous territory. "Is she really out?" Going to Ashaya, he took her in his arms.