Hostage to Pleasure (Psy-Changeling 5) - Page 42

"That's when you first broke Silence?"

She nodded. "Though I hadn't finished my course through the Protocol. That happens unofficially at sixteen, and officially at eighteen."

"And Amara?"

"Her Silence didn't fracture." Not the truth. Not a lie either. She kept talking, hoping to distract him from the treacherous subject of her twin. "I was given intensive reconditioning, and everyone - including me - believed the damage done by my inadvertent burial had been corrected."

Dorian sat back up in a graceful move that made her stomach clench, and reached out to tip up her chin. "You were a child, injured and traumatized - that kind of thing doesn't go away."

She shook her head, undone by the gentleness of his touch... the tenderness of it. "It can. Psy trainers are very, very good at wiping away emotional wounds. I would've been... grateful had they wiped away mine."

He continued to touch her, the wild energy of him an electric pulse against her. "Pain is a sign of life," he argued.

"It can also cripple." She held his gaze, saw his understanding in the hard line of his jaw.

His fingers tightened, then dropped off. "We're talking about you. What happened after the reconditioning finished?"

"I thought I was coping, but it soon became apparent that the damage done during the quake was permanent. My conditioning kept splintering."

"You didn't tell anyone." He shifted closer, into the direct path of the sunlight coming in through the bedroom window. The golden beams skipped over his hair to graze the shadow of his stubble.

"No, I did." Her fingers curled into her palms as she fought the sudden, sharp urge to know what the roughness would feel like against her skin. "I told my mother."

"And?" His tone of voice said he knew about mothers in the PsyNet.

But she knew he didn't. "She told me to hide it." Ashaya had argued with her mother. She'd just wanted the nightmares to go away. "She was... different." A difference that had sealed her short, brilliant life. "She told me that Silence was the imposition, that I would be better, stronger, more human, without it. Then she told me to learn to hide the broken pieces, hide them so well that no one would ever question who I was."

Neither Ashaya nor her mother had ever stated the other thing that had become obvious in the preceding months, the thing that meant Ashaya's Silence would keep fragmenting, no matter how hard or well she tried to follow the rules. Her claustrophobia had simply given them a convenient target on which to place the blame.

"A wise woman. Her name was Iliana, wasn't it?" Dorian's fingers trailed over her cheek. It was a featherlight brush, gone within an instant, but her stomach tightened, growing hot with a new kind of terror.

He could break her, she thought, this leopard with his blue eyes and his deep-rooted rage. "Yes. She's dead. The Council killed her."

Dorian found that he'd moved so close, his lips were now bare centimeters from hers, the scent of her an intoxicating brew that almost made him forget why he'd been so angry with her. "You sound very sure."

"She worked for the Council's pharmaceutical arm." The buried anger in her words scraped a claw over his skin. "She was also a rebel. When they found out, she tried to run. They tracked and bagged her like you would an animal."

Another piece of the puzzle that was Ashaya Aleine snapped into place. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" A cool question, yet it held an almost childish lack of understanding. "Why does my attachment to Iliana matter to you? You had no connection to her."

"Because she mattered to you."

"You have no connection to me, either." Wary eyes.

He'd been a f**king stupid bastard, he thought with cold fury. Ashaya might not be Sascha, with her open warmth, but she was no calculating monster, either. She'd not only cared for her mother, she loved her son. And that excused a multitude of sins.

I've protected a sociopath for most of my life.

They'd get to that, too, he thought with grim purpose. He was through being blinded by the bloody darkness of the past. "Don't I?" Moving with the whiplash speed that was natural to his kind, he changed position to kneel on the bed. She remained absolutely still as he began to undo the tight braids she always wore. A couple of minutes later, her hair tumbled around her in crackling waves. It was just past shoulder length, but so curly, so wildly beautiful that the animal in him was entranced by it.

He thrust his hands into it and tipped up her head, looking down into the crystal clarity of her eyes. "Don't I?" he said again and this time it was a demand. "Answer me." The cat was possessive by nature. So was the man. And both had marked Ashaya.

"What answer do you want to hear?" It was a dare to his feline soul.

He growled low in his throat and the sound translated through his human vocal cords. "The truth."

She stared at him for several more seconds. "You're something I've never experienced. I'm fascinated by you and I know that's a weakness you'll exploit."

"That much honesty can be dangerous." He dipped his head while tugging hers farther back, the electric wildness of her hair moving over his hands like fire. That stuff, God, he knew he was going to be having all sorts of erotic dreams about Ashaya's hair.

"But," he whispered against her mouth, "it can also reap rewards." Knowing he'd never be able to stop if he started kissing her, he brushed his lips over the taut cords of her neck. She sucked in a breath. Unable to resist, he grazed her with his teeth. Her start was slight but he felt it. He nuzzled at her. "I won't hurt you."

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