Branded by Fire
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"How did they get to the jet?" Kaleb asked. "I assume it was yours?"
"That's a critical security breach - I know it wasn't any of my people." Her tone of voice made it clear how she knew. "We're still working on it."
Kaleb decided to speak next. "They attempted to blow up my house from a distance." He gave them the necessary facts without betraying his own security protocols.
One by one, the others laid out their data. Surprisingly, it was Ming who'd come the closest to being killed. The assassins had made no attempts at stealth for the most militarily inclined Councilor. Instead, they'd fired at his armored vehicle using high-explosive antitank rounds. The car was so much twisted metal. The sole reason Ming was alive was because one of his Arrows, a true teleporter, had been with him at the time. Vasic had blinked everyone out of the vehicle in the minuscule fragment of time after the rounds hit.
"We have a leak," Kaleb said after scanning the data. "Someone in the upper tiers."
"The body of a man who was known to sell sensitive information washed up yesterday," Nikita told them. "I had it sent to the lab for processing."
"I agree with Kaleb," Ming said. "Even a top-level information thief couldn't have discovered all our locations on a particular day and time without massive effort - even if he was the conduit, he needed to have sources."
"The other option," Nikita pointed out, "is that this was a long-term plan. They watched and waited for the perfect opportunity."
"Possible," Henry agreed, speaking for the first time. "With the recent defections, they consider us weak."
"That's their mistake." Kaleb would allow no one to shatter that which he considered his. And for now, the PsyNet needed his fellow Councilors. When it no longer did . . .
"Perhaps, instead of speculating, we should reconvene once we have further details of the attacks." Shoshanna.
"We do have another issue to discuss," Kaleb pointed out. "The programmed violence. It's stopped."
A pause of several seconds as the other Councilors brought up their files. Tatiana was the first to speak. "Councilor Krychek is correct. All the most recent interpersonal violence has been one on one, or in families. No cases with the potential for mass fatalities."
"The timing is certainly fortuitous." Nikita.
Kaleb waited for Henry to speak. He did. And confirmed all of Kaleb's suspicions about the identity of the shadowy puppet master.
"It may be," the other Councilor said, "that the aim of the events has been realized. We are now, after all, offering voluntary reconditioning. It's a step in the right direction - toward perfect Silence."
The dinner passed without bloodshed. Mercy wasn't quite sure how, but she had a feeling her mother had a great deal to do with it. Which was why she left Lia to ride herd on Riley, Bas, Grey, and Sage while she went into the kitchen to help her father put on the tea and coffee.
"Sit," she was told the instant she entered.
Having guessed this was coming, she pulled herself up onto the counter and watched him move about. Michael Smith was a big, strong man. A man a woman could rely on.
"So," he said, "that's the best you could do for a mate?"
Mercy snarled before she could stop herself. And an instant later, knew she'd been had. "Dad!"
"Aw, don't be like that, baby girl." Ruffling her hair, he tapped her cheek, a smile curving over his lips. "I suppose I should've known you'd never do anything the easy way."
She made a face at him and opened the cookie jar to take out one of the biscotti her mom always kept in there. Bas loved the things. The rest of them had picked up his addiction. Nibbling on the treat, she said, "So?"
"So what?" He raised one dark red eyebrow.
"Do you like him?" It mattered, his opinion, her mother's. Not that it would make her give up Riley, but she was a pack animal, and inside the walls of this house, within this family, Michael and Lia were the alpha couple. They always would be, even if Lucas and Sascha came over for dinner.
Michael glanced at her with quiet eyes. "He looks at you right."
"Right?"
"Hmm." A teasing smile. It was obvious where Grey had inherited his wicked sense of humor. "Eat your biscotti."
Knowing she'd get nothing more out of him, but her heart lighter at the confirmation that Riley would be welcomed into the family, she did as ordered.
* * *
Riley stared across at Mercy's brothers, very aware that only the small-boned woman on his left was keeping them from trying to play tic-tac-toe with his bloody bones.
"Grey," Lia said, putting more dessert onto Riley's plate, "why don't you play the sax for us?"
Grey looked like he'd been asked to strip naked and do a lap dance. "Only if you make Riley sing."
A snicker went around the table. Lia scowled and it immediately quieted. All at once, Riley could see Mercy doing the same at their own dinner table. Their children would likely be hellions, but his mate would keep them in line, no question about it. His mate. His heart clenched.
I won't be the same. I'll be less.
How could he do that to her? And yet, how could he possibly let her go?
"Riley." Fingertips on his arm. "I suppose you can't sing a note?"
He smiled. "Actually, I can."
Grey looked crushed. But it was Bastien who spoke next. "But can you take care of my sister?"
"Your sister can take care of herself." No matter how much he wanted to do the job for her. The wolf was alternately proud of her strength and frustrated by it. Perhaps it would be that way their entire life. Or, perhaps, they'd find a middle ground. "But I'd walk through fire for her."
Lia squeezed his forearm, and when he looked down, he saw a blazing inner strength that told him where Mercy had gotten her grit. Reaching up, she pecked him on the cheek. "You'll do, Riley."
Chapter 47
Things were in an uproar in Venice. The chairman made sure to tell the other members of the board to get the hell out of Dodge and keep their heads down. He liked control, but he was no traitor. As he made his own escape, ready to go under the knife and assume an identity he'd set up years ago, he considered the events of the past twenty-four hours.
Some would consider the entire thing a failure. He considered it a first strike. The Psy would never again underestimate the Human Alliance. As a bonus, if the Council stuck to its normal mode of operations, Alliance people would soon begin to die. And the chairman's point would be made without him having to say a word - in the end, the Psy were killers, monsters, and they would crush anyone who dared rise against them.
As for the changelings, the chairman truly had no disagreement with them, but they couldn't be allowed to keep getting in the Alliance's way. Tonight they'd pay the price for their interference - let's see how they liked being helpless for a change.
Raising his hand almost compulsively, he touched the chip at the top of his spine, currently covered by the stiff collar of his suit jacket. It was a modified version of the chips worn by the soldiers. Too bad Bowen and his team had had the beta versions - unlike the men who'd gone after Councilor Krychek. The chairman felt sadness, but he was resolved. This was a war. And those men had died in battle. They were heroes.
Chapter 48
Riley knew Mercy was up to something, but couldn't figure out what. As he drove her home, he tried to think like a cat. His cat. It was close to impossible. She never did anything predictable.
"Do you have to return to the den tonight?"
He shook his head, his blood heating. "No. I planned to talk my way into your bed."
"Talk?"
"Maybe push."
Laughing, she fell silent again. He decided to let her be, and by the time he brought the car to a stop near her place, he thought she might be close to asleep. "Kitty cat?" He brushed his fingers down her cheek, needing to touch her, to reassure the wolf she was still there, that she hadn't chosen the ties of Pack over those of mating.
"Come on, wolf," she said, sounding not the least bit drowsy, "I've got something to show you."
Curious, he got out of the car and walked alongside her as she took him deep into the night-dark of the forest she called home. It was peaceful, and perhaps, if his senses had been human, quiet. But he could hear the scurrying of forest creatures as they went about their business, the whistle of the wind through the treetops, the sound of his mate's unbound hair sliding against her back.
Reaching out, he ran a hand over that shimmering fire, enthralled all over again. "Where are you taking me?" Not that it mattered. His need to simply be with her was so strong, he'd walk through the forest forever if that was what she wanted.
"You'll see." Smiling, she picked up the pace.
Fifteen minutes later, they emerged into a glade screened by the mist of a waterfall he knew would shimmer with rainbows in sunlight. But the moon ruled the night, and its rays reflected off the water to cast a silvery glow over the lush vegetation. Things glittered to his night vision, fascinating and wild, even as ultrafine droplets whispered over his skin.
Mercy walked behind him as he stood soaking in the beauty. Not saying a word, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her cheek pressed to him. He realized then that she'd shown him a secret place, given him a present wrapped in the intrinsically generous nature of her spirit. His heart tightened to the point of pain, and then the pain spread out in a wave of indescribable warmth.
Closing his hand over hers, he said, "Thank you."
She nipped at him, but it was playful. Her purr was something else altogether. Fingers dancing up his shirt, she tugged at the buttons. "Off."
He was more than happy to oblige. She peeled it off from behind and dropped it to the ground, then said, "Everything else."
Smiling at the command, he decided he had nothing to lose by obeying. And everything to gain. She didn't change position even when he was naked, his skin gleaming in the moonlight.