Blaze of Memory
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"Fast enough." His grandmother leaned forward, frown lines marking her forehead. "We need to discuss this with the woman. With your Katya."
"No. I can't risk - "
"Hush, Devraj." A fond smile. "Do you really think you're going to win this argument?"
He tried to scowl at her, but there was simply too much love in his heart for this woman. "I'm not putting you in danger. Katya tried to kill me," he said bluntly. "It may be that she's programmed to strike out at others close to me if she gets the chance."
"That's why I have a big, strong grandson to protect me."
And that was how Dev found himself in the subbasement level, standing at one end of the table while the two women who meant most to him in the world looked across at each other. Physically, they couldn't have been more different.
His nani was a tall woman with nut-brown skin and sparkling dark eyes. Katya was just barely of medium height, her skin almost translucent, though it had gained a little more color recently, her eyes a soft, wary hazel. His grandmother was tough, looked tough, her arms ropy with muscle. Katya in contrast, appeared soft. . . delicate.
An illusion.
The woman who'd walked through Sunshine, Alaska, without screaming was no weakling.
"So," his grandmother said, "you're the one who has my Devraj staying up nights."
Katya didn't turn to him, holding his grandmother's gaze. "Actually," she said, "I blame him for the sleepless nights."
Nani laughed. "I like her, beta." Reaching forward, she closed her hand around Katya's. "You should meet Dev's paternal great-grandfather, Matthew; he's the one Dev gets the stubborn from. Old goat's well over a hundred, but I haven't yet seen him back down from a fight."
Katya's eyes widened. "Was he - "
A nod. "Yes, he was alive when Silence first came into effect. His parents, Zarina and David, were part of the original rebellion."
Katya didn't speak for almost a minute. "He would've been a contemporary of the very first children who were Silenced in the Net."
"He remembers a cousin, said he saw him on the street years later, and it was as if the man's soul had been wiped away." The older woman shook her head. "Two different paths . . . though perhaps the paths are merging once again." There was a troubled note in her voice. "But that's not why we're here - we've been discussing how to disable Ming long enough that you can get him to set you free."
To her credit, Katya only blinked once. "We could render him unconscious, but that would defeat the purpose. If there is a key to unlock the shield, it has to be a telepathic one."
"There's also a high chance he could use the opportunity to kill you." Nani's tone was pragmatic.
Dev had already considered that. "Not if he knows that if she dies, he dies."
"Which brings us back to the point of how to disable Ming." Katya frowned.
And in that instant, Dev realized exactly what they had to do. Pacing from one end of the room to the other, he swept out a hand. "Leave that for now." His every instinct rebelled against the plan his brain told him was the only possible answer. "We'll need an exit strategy, too."
"Make him meet you on your ground," his grandmother suggested. "Turn him into the intruder - it'll make it much easier for you to get away."
"Getting him to come to us will be close to impossible," Katya said. "He's extremely security conscious." When Dev didn't reply, Katya looked up. And said, "Oh. You've already thought of the answer, haven't you?"
He didn't bother to lie. "Yes."
"When were you going to tell me?"
"Never - I planned to come up with another way." Thrusting his hand through his hair, he walked over to pull her up from her chair. "I don't like the idea of using you as bait."
"It's the best shot we've got." Cupping Dev's cheek, she made him meet her gaze. "We're doing this."
"Then you're damn well obeying every order I give you. Understood?" His voice was pure frost, protective rage barely contained.
"Yes."
Dev's grandmother sighed. "That's not the way, beti. With men like my grandson, you have to be disagreeable on principle."
Laughing at the amused advice, Katya reached out to take the other woman's hand, feeling so at ease it was as if she'd known Kiran forever. She never got that far. Her spine twisted into an unnatural shape as agony spiked down her body. The last thing she heard was her own high-pitched scream.
"What happened?" she asked Dev hours later from the hospital bed.
His cheekbones were razors against his skin as he gripped her hand. "Glen thinks your motor controls somehow shorted out at the same time that you had a problem with your nervous system." His voice was ragged, raw with anger.
"The countdown's speeded up." Even if Ming gave them the key, even if that key unlocked the shield, even if it miraculously released the talons sunk into her brain, whatever was already damaged could never be fixed. "There's more, isn't there?"
He swore. But he didn't let go of her hand, and she held on tight. Or tried to. "Please, I need to know."
His eyes were tormented when he looked at her. "We took a scan of your brain. Parts have been permanently compromised. You'll always have problems with your fine motor controls, your memories."
That explained why her fingers didn't quite grip right, didn't quite feel right. Rage boiled within her, but she didn't let it rise, afraid that if she did, it would be all she was, all she'd become. She loved this man too much to waste time on useless anger. "You won't reconsider trying to take Ming?" If Dev died . . . no, she'd make sure he didn't.
"No."
"Then let's put the game into play."
Chapter 49
Judd slipped into the child's room without anyone being the wiser. The boy stared at him wide-eyed as he shifted out of the shadows twenty minutes after the boy's parents had finally gone to bed. If Judd's intel was correct, however, both of them would be back to check on their son within the hour.
"Have you come to take me?" The child sounded both terrified and strangely glad.
Judd understood - in a way William's loving parents never would. "No. I've come to see if I can help you."
"You can't. I'm a monster." A tear leaked out of his eye, a tear he brushed off with an angry fist. "I hurt Spot."
Crossing the room to sit on the boy's bed, Judd raised a hand. "I need to touch you." This would have to be a very delicate telepathic investigation. If he activated the wrong trigger, the boy would try to strike out, and while Judd was well shielded, there was no need to make the kid feel worse about himself than he already did. "Will you lower your shields?"
"Okay." Dull compliance. As if he hurt so much, he'd given up.
Judd touched his fingers to William's temple, his psychic senses arrowed to a fine point. Then he went looking. According to the notes Ashaya had shared, the doctors at Shine had found an unusual version of the Tk gene, but what Judd saw was blindingly familiar. It seemed the Tk-Cell mutation didn't discriminate against the half-blooded.
This boy, this bright, beautiful young boy, was a murderer waiting to happen.
Judd's jaw set. No way in hell was that future ever going to be. "I want to tell you something and I want you to listen."
William nodded, but his eyes were dull.
Judd took the boy's chin in his hands, made him focus. "I can do what you can do."
"No one - "
Taking a pocket knife from his jacket, Judd flicked it open and ran the blade across his palm, releasing a thick line of blood. "Watch." Piece by piece, cell by cell, he closed the wound, until nothing remained but the blood. Using a tissue from the bedside table to wipe it off - and ensuring the tissue ended up in his pocket so he'd leave behind no trace of himself - he showed the boy his palm. "I can do what you can do."
This time, William's eyes were anything but dull. "Can you fix me?" he whispered.
Once, Judd would've answered with a yes or a no. That was before he fell in love with a woman who saw no evil in him. "There's nothing to fix. What I can do is teach you to control it. So you can use it for good things."
"Like what?"
"Like putting broken bodies back together."
He saw the boy consider that, his teddy bear clutched tight to his heart. "That wouldn't be so bad."
"Actually," Judd said. "It's better than that - it's pretty damn good."
A shaky smile. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. So, you ready for your first lesson?"
Chapter 50
Dev woke to the insistent beeping of his phone at two a.m. on the day they planned to corner Ming, very aware of Katya cuddled against him. Only when he felt her breathe did his heart settle into a steady rhythm.
Turning to the screen of the small comm unit on his bedside table, he flicked it on to find Jack's shaken face looking at him. "Dev, William's sitting here eating chocolate crunch cereal."
Dev shifted his brain into gear. "Weird time for it, but that's still good news, so why do you look like you saw a ghost?"
Shoving a trembling hand through his hair, Jack said, "Because my son tells me an Arrow came to see him tonight and started teaching him how to be good."
"Damn" - Dev whistled softly through his teeth - "she came through."
Jack wasn't listening, his attention fixed on something to his right. "I'll be there in a second, sweetheart." Returning his attention to Dev, Jack shook his head. "Melissa's just sitting there, petting his hair like she's afraid he's going to disappear. But he keeps on smiling."
"The Arrow isn't a threat to William," Dev said, knowing Ashaya Aleine would never harm another mother's son. "I have a feeling he has to worry about his own name getting out - that's probably why the night visit."