Blaze of Memory
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"You're probably programmed to contact him if you discover something important." Dev's tone was flat as he came to a stop in a small clearing pierced by a ray of sunlight. "Could be as simple as a phone call."
Closing the psychic door, she backed down the path and returned completely to the world. It was an effort to keep her feet on the glittering white of the snow, to tell herself she wasn't truly bleeding. "I don't think I was ever meant to come out of this alive."
The tendons of Dev's jaw pulled white over bone. "What did you see?"
"The roots of his control, they're buried deep. I can't see a way to pull them out - even if I could figure out how - without killing myself in the process."
"He must have the psychic key to unlock it safely."
"Not like he's going to give it to me." She slid her hands into the pockets of her coat, chilled to her very soul. "So since I'm dead either way, do you know what I want to do?"
Dev simply watched her with those amazing, amber-flecked eyes.
"I want to follow the only thing I have left - my gut."
"What's it telling you to do?"
She met his gaze, hoping for understanding, for freedom. "To go north."
But it was ice that met her. Cold, blank . . . metallic.
Dev had every intention of continuing their conversation, but returned home to find a situation in progress. "We'll talk about this later," he told Katya.
"There's not much to talk about. Will you let me go?"
"You know the answer."
"Say it." Her body trembled, her hands fisted at her sides.
Angry at her for demanding something he could never give her, he answered with a curt "No."
Still feeling the impact of her flinch several minutes later, he switched the clear screen of his computer to comm mode, dialing through to Aubry. "Maggie says we've got an uprising in progress."
The other man nodded, face grim. "It's the young ones, twenty-year-olds who think they know everything there is to know."
"Are they with Jack?" His cousin stood on the opposite side of the fence to Dev on the most critical issue facing their people, but he'd never gone behind Dev's back before.
Aubry shook his head. "Looks like some kind of 'radical' college group. Snot-nosed punks aren't as radical as they think."
"Give me the short version."
"They think, and I quote, that 'there's no need for their families to be tied to Shine.' According to Beck, the pretty-boy academic leading the charge, we're an 'anachronism' that serves no purpose in today's society." A snort. "I think it's time we showed them the fucking reality - those tortured kids last - "
"No." Rage infused Dev's blood at the reminder of the children Shine had lost to the Council's coolly logical evil, children who'd been murdered simply for being who they were.
Aubry's scowl was pure thunder. "Why the hell not?"
"I won't use those children again." It was a line he'd drawn in the sand. He'd had to use them once, to save the ones who were still alive. It had scarred him. One more time and he'd be so far on the wrong side of the line there would be no redemption for him.
"Yeah, okay." Aubry rubbed a hand over his face, having had the nightmare branded into his memories, too. "What do we do with Beck's group, then?"
"Give them what they want. Take them off the Shine register, let them know we no longer expect them to come to our assistance if called." Those with money contributed to the coffers, but the basic requirement was for service.
"Dev." Aubry looked troubled. "They're just stupid kids - they don't know how much we do, how badly they might need us in the future. What about their own children? Some of the recessive genes can express out of nowhere."
"I know. But we can't afford to baby them." It was a ruthless decision, but he had to focus on the ones he could help, could save. "They're old enough - if they want out, give them out."
Aubry met his eyes. "Tough love?"
"You don't agree?"
"As a matter of fact, in this case, I do." A sharp grin. "Let's see how long they hold out without the Shine information line."
"Yeah, yeah, crow all about it." Aubry was the one who'd come up with the idea of setting up an information line manned by older members of the Forgotten, people who - between them, and with recourse to Dev and the board - could answer pretty much any question the descendants might have.
"I will, thanks." Aubry's eyes gleamed. "I did a shift on the phones the other night and had this anonymous kid call in. He wanted to know if it was normal to be seeing everything in triplicate."
"What'd you tell him?"
"To get his eyes checked and call me back."
Dev laughed, but it was a hollow sound. Nothing could ease the vise around his heart - because no matter how hard he tried to keep Katya at a distance, the metal still melted for her, still burned for her. . . for the one woman he could never have. "Anything else I need to know about?"
"Jack's quiet - don't know if that'll last."
That vise twisted, powered by another layer of emotion. "I understand what drives him," Dev said, staring out at the snow-covered landscape that spread beyond the windows. "Makes it a hell of a lot tougher to play hardball."
"The fact that he's your cousin doesn't help."
"No." Dev thrust a hand through his hair. "If he's quiet, let it be for now. It's not exactly an issue we have an answer for."
"We're going to have to think of something soon. Or there's a chance the Forgotten will splinter again."
"I know." Leaning back in his chair, he caught a glint of pale gold on his desk . . . a strand of Katya's hair. It could've been transferred to the study on his body, but there was a chance she'd been in here. She'd have gotten nothing, but Dev was well aware she shouldn't be this free to move, to sabotage.
Looking away from the golden strand, he made himself return his attention to the matter at hand. "You okay to keep an eye on these college kids?"
"Yeah. I'll tag them in the files - if they do decide to go lone wolf, we need to be able to step in if they have children with active Psy genes."
"That's what Shine's always been about." Protecting the children. And if that meant the death of a Psy scientist . . . Dev's hand clenched on a paperweight hard enough to crack it.
PETROKOV FAMILY ARCHIVES
Letter dated June 7, 1972
Dearest Matthew,
I don't know quite what to write, so perhaps I should just write it as it was and let you make up your own mind. This morning, through the oddest sort of coincidence, I met Tendaji and Naeem Adelaja.
The family was scheduled to come to the government block for a meeting with the Council, and security, as you can imagine, was tight. Their older brother, Zaid, there's such pain in him, and yet such conviction, too. As soon as I looked into his eyes, I knew he'd do anything for Mercury.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. My job as aide to Councilor Moran allows me a certain security clearance, though not high enough to meet the Adelajas now that they've become so very important to our race. Today I went in early, because I had a report to complete, and as I was heading through the lobby, I saw three men enter the elevator that goes up to the secure level. I thought nothing of it until someone called out my name.
When I turned, there was Zaid, holding the elevator open. He'd remembered me from when the Adelajas lived on the same street as your father and me - back when we were first married. Well, I went to them and all three boys stepped back out into the lobby, and we were able to talk for a few minutes before their meeting.
Zaid . . . I always liked Zaid. He was such a solemn child - I knew in my heart that he carried the burden of terrible power. Now he reminds me of a soldier, strong, determined, proud. Beside him, his twin younger brothers were slender and so cold I could almost feel the ice on their breath. Tendaji spoke for them both - they were polite, precisely so, and their intelligence can't be doubted. And yet I kept feeling as if I was talking to two shadows - it was as if something critical was missing.
No, I'm not saying it right. Not missing, dead. Killed. As if part of them had ceased to exist. I said nothing of the sort, of course, spent most of that short time speaking with Zaid. I'd hoped he'd one day find peace. And I can't argue that today, there was a sense of purpose in him that spoke of peace.
If that's true, then perhaps this Silence has a chance? But Zaid, with his courage, his strength, and his will, isn't the future. The twins are. And they're so removed from humanity that I fear what such a course will do to the wild beauty of our race. Will the PsyNet one day turn dark, our minds cold, isolated stars?
I don't know. And it terrifies me.
With all my love,
Mom
Chapter 16
Katya jumped when Dev walked into the sunroom, where she was viewing archived news footage in the hope of triggering new memories. His eyes went to the trail mix in her hand.
Heat burned across her cheekbones. She'd all but thrown it back at him when he'd handed it to her after that flat-out "no" about going north. Now frustration, anger, need, it all tangled inside her, stealing her voice. The only thing she could do was watch the contained strength of him as he walked around to sit on the sofa beside her. "NewsNet," he said, taking the remote. "That's the Council's propaganda machine."
Her paralysis snapped in the face of his arrogance. "It is not." She tried to get the remote back, but he held it out of reach. "What're you doing?"
"Here." His body a line of heat against her side, he switched to an unfamiliar channel. "CTX is what you want to be watching - they're the ones who broke Ashaya's story, and they're currently running a series on the recent surge of public violence by Psy."