Slave to Sensation

Dorian raised a brow. “And I meant what I said. She’s too young and too soft.”

Lucas looked at his friend. “Sascha’s worried about you.” So was he. Dorian was growing harder and harder to reach, in spite of the way he’d recovered after they’d found out about Brenna’s abduction.

“I can take care of myself.”

“You’re Pack-you don’t have to face the loss alone. Kylie was ours, too.” She’d been like Rina-a little wild, a little rebellious, and utterly loved. That was why Lucas had put Rina under the sentinel’s control. Dorian might be a hard taskmaster but he’d never do her any real harm.

“I need to feel his blood run from my teeth.” Dorian looked out to where Sascha stood by the car. “She doesn’t understand our need for vengeance.”

“I think she understands a lot more than we give her credit for.” He’d seen a depth of compassion in those night-sky eyes that he’d never felt from any other being. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“I’ll keep them safe.”

Lucas dropped Sascha off around the corner from her apartment. “How are you going to explain the absence of your car?”

“I’ll say it was stolen when I parked it near a changeling area. I didn’t bother filing a report because the area is populated by DarkRiver leopards and I decided the car’s value wasn’t worth antagonizing you.”

“They’ll believe that?”

“Most of the Psy consider changelings to be a lower species, so yes. I’ll have a new car within a few hours.” Her crisp tones held no hint of the woman who’d wrapped her arms around him. “Is there any information I can share without making you vulnerable?”

He tapped the wheel with his finger. “I can’t know what they might use the information for.”

“I’ll stall.”

“Is that safe?”

“I don’t expect to be around long enough for them to get impatient. A couple more days might irritate Enrique but I can’t see it escalating into anything major.”

He caught the edge of something in her voice that he couldn’t quite understand, but she was already opening the door. “Stay safe, Sascha darling.”

For a second the mists fell from her eyes and he saw the real woman. “I wish I’d been born in another time, another place. Then maybe I could’ve escaped fate… maybe I could’ve been your darling.”

She was gone before he could speak. He watched her walk down the street and turn the corner. She never looked back.

Enrique hadn’t left Sascha a message the night before. He hadn’t needed to. Once again he was waiting for her in her mother’s office.

“Sascha,” Nikita said from behind her desk, a certain hardness in her eyes. “I hope the amount of time you’re spending on this project will prove justified.”

It was an odd thing to say, especially since Nikita had been the one who’d first suggested that Sascha oversee every detail. “It’s going along very smoothly, Mother. I believe changelings appreciate the personal touch.”

“Very true.” Enrique turned from the window to face her. “You appear to have a good handle on how they think.”

Careful, Sascha told herself. She couldn’t let them get suspicious about just what she knew and wasn’t telling. “I’m not sure the praise is warranted, Councilor. I’m merely using well-known Psy techniques for dealing with their species. As I said, they’re extremely wary about sharing any information with me.”

“Are you saying you still haven’t penetrated their defenses?” It was almost a taunt and it came from Nikita.

Sascha’s suspicions about Nikita and Enrique being a team grew stronger. “It’s difficult. The leopards use emotions as their social glue.” They could hardly fault her for being what they’d made her.

Enrique stared at her, cardinal eyes unblinking. “Unfortunately that’s true.” He looked at Nikita. “Perhaps we’re putting undue importance on Sascha’s ability to gather information.”

We’re.

So they were in it together, whatever it was. Instead of defending her skills, she let them make up their minds without interruption, as if the sly insult mattered nothing. Of course the insult was only in her mind. To Enrique it had probably been nothing more than a summation of her ability.

“Thank you, Sascha,” Nikita said. “It appears this venture won’t allow us to collect as much factual data as we’d hoped.”

Sascha said her good-byes and left the office, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Throughout everything, she’d been trying to ignore the fact that her mother might be assisting a killer escape justice, inventing fairy tales where Nikita somehow remained free from the rest of the Council. Seeing her with Enrique had slapped her awake. The Council was divided in some matters but when it came to the outside world, they were a solid wall.

If one knew, they all knew.

It was equally obvious that Sascha had been meant to be a mole from the start. Nikita had been the one to pursue a deal other Psy avoided and she’d been the one who’d suggested Sascha’s ongoing involvement. Her earlier acquiescence to Sascha’s reporting to her, rather than to Enrique, had likely been nothing more than a power play. What Sascha didn’t know was what they’d hoped to learn.