Caressed by Ice p-3

by Nalini Singh

  Satisfied, he took one last look at the rapidly dying flames and turned to cut through the middle-of-the-night black of a family’s backyard. As he negotiated the garden and swingset, he found his eyes drawn to the still-dark window on the second floor. That room held a child, a small half-human, half-changeling boy with more energy than coordination. Judd had seen him several times during his trips to scout the area.

  The child’s presence had made the disguised lab across the road even more of an obscenity. Because what had been going on in that place was meant to destroy the minds and lives of children just like that boy. The room light finally came on as Judd scaled the back fence with grace even a cat might have envied, and landed in an even darker yard. No one was home here and wouldn’t be for several days. He’d done his homework.

  Deactivating the alarmed lock took him a quarter of a minute. Once inside, he stood with his back to the doorway, not going any farther. These people hadn’t invited him in and he wouldn’t violate their refuge. However, when he tried to relax his body and mind without falling asleep—a trick all soldiers learned early on—he found he couldn’t. There was pressure on the back of his skull, a hard push he might’ve taken for an attempt to penetrate his shields had the pressure not seemed to come from inside his mind.

  He rechecked his basic armor against psychic attack. No cracks. He was about to go deeper when the pressure simply halted. Unable to follow it any longer, he put the problem down to a lack of sleep and sent his mind into rest-and-repair mode. His concentration was so tightly focused, it was no wonder he missed the telltale signature in that mental push, a harbinger of something far more dangerous than any Psy weapon.

  Three hours later, he left the house to blend seamlessly into the steady stream of early morning joggers and walkers. More than one changeling had pointed out that he looked Psy even when dressed otherwise, so he’d spent time watching young human and changeling males, and now affected their careless swagger. But it wasn’t natural for him—he was a soldier, with a soldier’s bearing, and that would never change.

  He passed several Psy patrols without incident, aware they were illegally mind-scanning everyone who passed. What they would read off him were the fuzzy thoughts of a hungover human male. Meanwhile, he noted everything about them. Their black uniforms were indistinguishable from other units in the Psy forces, but for the small gold insignia on the left shoulder—two snakes twisted in combat.

  He recognized it at once. These men were part of Ming LeBon’s private army. Which meant that Councilor LeBon had been placed in charge of this little enterprise. Not what he would’ve expected, given Nikita Duncan’s proximity to the area. Ming’s home base, on the other hand, was in Europe.

  Unless Ming had decided to relocate…perhaps to track down a rebel Arrow.

  Judd still wasn’t back when Brenna went to find him after waking from nightmare-laced dreams that had left her sweaty and gritty-eyed. “Where are you?” She wanted to cry, she was that desperate for him.

  Cry?

  The reaction was so unlike her, it slapped her fully awake. Frowning, she made a conscious effort to pull herself together. She wasn’t one of those females who was constantly in heat. Though if she were, she knew who she would choose to rub up against. That hard soldier’s body made her want to do all sorts of deliciously erotic things—she wondered if he had enough spare flesh on him to bite or if her teeth would slide off.

  “Hello…Earth to Brenna Shane.” Indigo’s curious face came into her line of sight. “Why are you standing zoned out in the middle of the corridor?”

  Brenna hoped her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. What was going on? Sure, she was attracted to Judd, but this raw sexual hunger was like nothing she’d ever before experienced. “Ah…” Her disrupted night had made her a bit slow. Wait, that was the answer. “I wanted to talk to you.”

  Indigo jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “Walk with me. I’m off to a morning session with Her Majesty.”

  “Who?”

  “Sienna ‘I’m a cardinal Psy and don’t need combat training’ Lauren. Damn juveniles. They all think they’re invincible.” Indigo scowled. “So what’s up?”

  “The murder,” she said, wondering if Judd knew about his niece’s recalcitrance. “Do you have any more information?”

  Indigo’s face closed over. “That’s on a need-to-know basis and last time I looked, you weren’t part of Security.”

  “I qualify.” Brenna set her jaw. “Was it a Psy?”

  To her surprise, Indigo responded without further argument. “Inconclusive. No distinctive scent, but we all know not every Psy gives off that metallic smell.”

  None of the Laurens did. Indigo didn’t have to point out which one of the family had the skill to commit the crime. Heart chilling, Brenna gripped the lieutenant’s arm. “You don’t seriously think it could’ve been Judd. He wouldn’t—”

  “How well do you know him, Brenna?” Indigo shook her head. “The man’s a fucking shadow. No, I don’t think it was him—if it had been, we would have never found a body—but you’re kidding yourself if you think he isn’t capable of executing someone.”

  Brenna’s gut was a huge knot. “Could it have been one of us?”

  “You didn’t hear this from me.” Indigo’s namesake eyes narrowed. “Hell, I don’t know why I’m telling you—maybe to piss off your brothers. Why do you let them get away with that overprotective shit?”

  She didn’t want to go there today. “You were telling me about Timothy.”

  The other woman snorted. “Charming son of a bitch. Had a talent for sweet-talking his way into beds he shouldn’t have been in.”

  “That’s not a motive.” Wolf changelings were highly sexual and single packmates often hopped beds. As for mated pairs, they didn’t cheat. Ever. “If someone was mad over a stolen lover, they would’ve just challenged him to prove dominance.” A fight but not to the death.

  “Yeah, I think so too, but it’s a lead. And that wasn’t the only mess he got himself into. Timmy had indications of drug use. If he, for whatever reason, threatened to expose the piece-of-shit dealer and it was one of us…well, everyone knows Hawke’s view on drugs.”

  Brenna nodded. “He would’ve sliced the bastard open.” That one of her own pack could be evil enough to deal drugs staggered her. “It wasn’t Jax, was it?” she asked with a fresh wave of horror. “He wasn’t messed up.” The Psy drug had a devastating effect on changeling bodies, leaving them trapped midshift. Death followed in days if not hours.

  “No.” Indigo gave a distasteful shiver. “Ruby Crush, street name, Rush.”

  A drug developed by a changeling piece of vermin and adapted to their physiology. “It boosts normal physical strength during the high, right?”

  “As it scrambles the brain.” Indigo shook her head. “Rush freaks turn into witless, giggling idiots. Tim had to have been very careful. No one ever saw him high.” She glanced at her timepiece. “Got to go. Tell Judd I need to talk to him if you see him.”

  Brenna nodded, but hours passed and Judd didn’t appear. Her frustration turned to worry, then jackknifed into anger. Where the hell was he and why couldn’t he have called?

  …You’re kidding yourself if you think he isn’t capable of executing someone.

  …He’s not the kind of man you need…

  She tried to ignore the voices, but part of her listened. Part of her finally began to see.

  Judd met the Ghost beneath Father Perez’s church, having showered and changed in the small room Perez kept for situations like this. It wasn’t yet noon, but it might as well have been midnight in the centuries-old crypt under the light-filled building.

  “Why do you think some humans feel the need to inter their dead?” The voice came from the black pool where two corners met. “Changelings let their dead turn to dust.”

  Judd had neither the time nor the inclination to engage in a philosophical discussion. He wanted to return to the den and see if Brenna was ok
ay. The talk with Faith had appeared to help her, but if she’d had more of those dreams, she could be in trouble. And he was the only one she trusted enough to come to for…comfort.

  “Are there other labs?” he asked point-blank, well aware that his urgency to see Brenna was a minor breach of Silence, the first step on the road to temptation. He wouldn’t touch her, he justified, simply make sure of her welfare.

  “Of course, but the one you disabled this morning was the most important.”

  “Are you certain? With Ming involved, we could be looking at Europe.”

  “No, the Council would’ve preferred that—there’s a problem with their head scientist, Ashaya Aleine, refusing to relocate.”

  “Must be something big if they haven’t overridden her objections.” No one stood against the Council without either an unimpeachable reason or an ace in the hole.

  “I’m working on it—they’ve got a blackout around her. Everything’s classified.”

  “Do you know her designation?”

  “Gradient 9.9 M-Psy.”

  “Rare.” Most Psy that powerful tended to cross the 0.1 boundary over into cardinal rank. Judd had always considered his own 9.9 Tk status an advantage. The telekinesis, when combined with his 9.4 ability in telepathy, made him far more of a threat than many a cardinal. Yet he didn’t have the night-sky eyes that betrayed his power. When he tried very hard, he could even appear harmless. “How much damage did we do?” It might’ve only been a few hours, but data traveled fast in the Net.

  “Unconfirmed reports state the prototype was destroyed. If that’s true, it’ll take them at least six months to reconstruct it. However, if we take Aleine out of the equation, we set them back years. She’s the brains behind the entire project.”

  Judd had killed before. And he’d done so with clean efficiency. Not one of his hits had ever been labeled an execution, much less traced back to the Arrow Squad. “I’ll need more data before I make that decision.” He no longer trusted anyone when it came to this aspect of his abilities.

  “I want to hold off in any case. We may end up needing the information in her head.” A pause.

  Judd’s need to return to the den pushed at him to finish this and leave. “What?”

  “I’ve heard rumors that Aleine might not be in full support of Protocol I.”

  That she was the scientist in charge of developing the implant nonetheless was no contradiction in terms—the Council had ways of ensuring cooperation. “What are the chances of turning her?”

  “Slim to none. She’s been in the Council substructure since she turned seventeen. Her entire family consists of a four-year-old son. Keenan Aleine lives off-site in an apartment in San Diego.”

  “With his father?” Psy bore children as part of fertilization contracts. Custody depended on the terms of the individual contract.

  “No. The child is under Council protection. Lives in the same building as the Rika-Smythe family group.”

  “Convenient.”

  “That was my thought. I’ll attempt to confirm.”

  Judd began to head for the exit. “Send me the data when you have it.”

  The SnowDancer tunnels were relatively quiet when he got back, but he ran into Indigo almost immediately. Suspicion was a hard edge in her eyes.

  “Where were you the night Tim died?”

  It was an unexpected question. Circumstances had led him to believe the SnowDancer lieutenant trusted him. Clearly, he’d been wrong. “Alone. In my quarters. And no, that can’t be verified. Pity you don’t have a Justice-Psy here willing to scan me.”

  “Oh, for crissakes, don’t give me any shit.” Indigo glared. “I’ve had it up to here with men and their attitudes. I had to ask, you know that.” Then she was gone.

  Not completely certain what had just taken place, Judd continued on to his rooms. Or that had been his intention. Halfway there, he realized he was heading to Brenna’s instead and that his need to see her was no minor fault in the conditioning.

  He stopped—he couldn’t allow himself near her when he was this close to what could be a lethal edge. It took conscious effort to put himself back on the correct path. But he hadn’t been inside his room five minutes when there was a knock on the door. He knew who it was. That knowledge didn’t keep him from pulling the door open.

  Brenna pushed past him and into the room, hands on her hips. There were dark shadows under her eyes, lines around the corners of her mouth.

  “You had more dreams.” He shut the door though his brain was sparking with all sorts of warning signals.

  She blew out a breath between pursed lips. “Where have you been?” she asked instead of confirming his guess.

  He wasn’t accustomed to anyone waiting for him. The fact that she had, caused enough of a reaction that he folded his arms and leaned against the door. “None of your business.”

  “None of my—” She clenched her fists. “Would it have hurt you to leave your phone on?”

  He’d been operating under full silence—the lab had had some incredibly complex intrusion detection systems. “It didn’t occur to me that you’d attempt contact.” It was the truth. He was used to walking alone, to surviving alone. It was a necessary adjunct of his particular ability. But Brenna had not only noticed his absence, she had worried.

  His reaction to her intensified…enough to cause a mild pain response. Pain triggers were an integral part of Silence. Brutalize a child for something and he soon learned to stop doing it. Even if that meant shutting down his own emotions. That reminder, rather than the pain, was what made him say what he did. “You and I have no relationship that implies a commitment to constant availability.”

  Brenna’s voice was harsh when she replied. “Don’t you say that. We have something and don’t you try to pretend it doesn’t exist.”

  He unfolded his arms. “We have nothing.” Because he could give her nothing, not even the comfort she so obviously needed. The comfort she’d waited all night to find with him. Rather than being there for her, he’d been out doing violence. “You’re clinging to me because I helped you during the healing process. It’s a normal psychological reaction.”

  “You are not like everyone says.” She refused to drop her eyes. “I see you.”

  “You see what I choose to show you.” He moved away from the door. “It’ll be better for both of us if you speak to Faith or Sascha the next time you have a question. You appear to be getting too emotionally attached to me.”

  She actually growled at him, a low throaty sound that seemed incongruous coming from her slender throat. “If I was a violent woman, I’d claw you for that.”

  He held her gaze. “No matter how hard you push, I’ll remain Psy. Silence is who I am.” The Protocol had saved him from becoming a serial murderer by turning him into a sanctioned killer. Sometimes there were no good choices. “Go find a changeling to give you what you need. I can do without the disruptions.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Striding across the room, she pulled open the door. “You know what, I think I will.” With that, she was gone, striding down the corridor in tight jeans and a red sweater that drew male eyes to her body. It was only when one of those admiring males tripped over thin air that Judd realized he was using his Tk. He slammed the door shut before he could do any more damage.

  A finely tuned spike of pain speared through his skull, signaling a detectable breach in his conditioning. He didn’t want to fix it, didn’t want to stop his descent into chaos. What he wanted was to hurt the men who’d dared look at her.

  The thin line that snaked down the wall in front of him appeared as insubstantial as a pencil drawing, but it was a hairline fracture that could turn into a full break with a little more pressure. Just like his mind. He managed to control the unrestrained flow of telekinetic power before he caused the wall to collapse, but the rupture was enough to demonstrate exactly how close he was to a catastrophic loss of control. If he didn’t fix the fault in his conditioning, it could mean death
for hundreds in the den—adults, children…Brenna.

  Sweat dripped down his spine as he backed up and sat on the edge of the bed to begin repairing the major flaws. The finer fractures that riddled the previously hard casing of Silence would have to wait until he was calmer. Right then, his concentration was shot. He could still smell Brenna’s psychic scent in the air.

  She was heat and woman, fear and courage, sensuality and laughter.

  And she was not his.

  If he tried to change that, he’d end up killing her. Because he wasn’t anything as simple as a Tk. He was a Tk-Cell, a subdesignation so rare, it wasn’t listed on any public record. After Silence, Tk-Cells had become the Council’s dirty little secret, their most lethal assassins. Before Silence, before the imposition of control, those of his subdesignation had always ended up murderers, killing their wives and daughters first. It was as if their ability snapped out to strike at the only ones who might have pulled them back from the abyss.

  Judd made his decision then and there. He had to leave the den before Brenna unknowingly set off his abilities. She had no idea of the horror she could unleash.

  He wasn’t an assassin by choice. He was one because he couldn’t be anything else.

  Judd found Hawke before dawn the next morning, having spent the previous afternoon and night sealing up the cracks in his conditioning—it was all that protected those around him from the killing rage of his ability. “I want out,” he told the alpha. He wasn’t used to asking for permission, would have just walked out had he been alone, but he wasn’t. His unexplained disappearance would impact Walker, Sienna, and the kids’ position in the den.

  Hawke raised an eyebrow. “What does your family think about that decision?”

  “They have nothing to do with it.” A complete truth. “Walker’s settled and able to steer them through any turbulence. I’m a disruptive influence.” As the recent murder had shown, anytime things went badly wrong, eyes looked toward the Psy, toward him. “All of them have integrated into the pack to some extent.” While he’d made every effort not to.