Disliking the familiarity with which the changeling male said her name, Dev began to walk down the corridor. "She's staying with me."

"Well, now. . ." Lucas shrugged. "Ashaya's attached to her."

"No compromise."

Lucas gave him a shrewd glance. "You talk to her like that, too?"

"None of your damn business."

"That's what I thought." A feline smile. "Here's a tip - don't snarl at women. It makes them mad."

"Go screw yourself," Dev said without heat.

Lucas laughed. "I don't have to. I have a gorgeous mate."

Katya opened the door at that moment. "I thought I heard - " Her eyes locked on Lucas.

The DarkRiver alpha was all green eyes and that warm leopard charm as he smiled. "You must be Katya. I'm Lucas."

"Hello." Katya gave a small smile.

Fire rippled up Dev's spine. "Let's go outside to talk." There was no way in hell he wanted the other man in Katya's room.

"Not so long as Sascha's in the house," Lucas said, taking a position against the wall opposite the doorway. "We can talk here."

"What's there to talk about?" Katya asked, gripping the doorjamb.

Lucas's eyes went to her white-knuckled hold. "Ashaya wants you to know you have a way out."

Dev's jaw tightened. "Don't play the alpha here, Luc. I've got no loyalty to you."

"I have to look after my people, Dev, same as you. And Ashaya considers Katya a true friend."

Dev thought of Katya's determination to go north, waited to see what she'd do.

"Thank you," she said, uncurling her fingers only to wrap her arms around herself. His body bucked at the reins, wanting to go to her, crush her close. Then she spoke, and his pride at her turned into a flame inside of him. "I think of her as a friend, too. And because I am her friend, I won't put her family in jeopardy."

"There's your answer," Dev said, making sure Lucas heard the absolute lack of flexibility in his voice. "Anything else?"

"You change your mind, Katya, all you have to do is say so." Lucas's head angled slightly to the right. "I have to go talk to my mate."

Knowing Tag and Tiara would keep an eye on things, Dev stayed behind as Lucas walked away. "You should've taken the chance he gave you."

Katya's eyes went wide at his tone.

Something primitive in him pushed at him to finish his, make his claim in the most final way. "I won't let you leave."

Katya knew she should've been angry, but it wasn't a threat she saw in Dev's eyes. No, what burned in those gold-flecked depths was a possessive demand that she knew would end her loneliness forever . . . but only if she accepted his rules. "I may have been broken when I came in," she said, a deeply feminine part of her sensing that if she gave in now, it would all be over, "but that's not true any longer. The pieces are starting to come together."

"Good." He took her chin in a hold that was blatantly proprietary.

Her stomach filled with butterflies, the steel and heat scent of him in every breath - but she kept her voice. "Even if that means I won't do what you want?"

He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, his eyes on her mouth. "I never said I wanted a puppet."

"In that case," she said, her lips brushing his thumb, "consider yourself forewarned. Nothing you can do will stop me from doing what I need to do."

Dev's expression changed then, filling not with anger but with challenge. "Bring it on."

The kiss was hard, fast, openly possessive - a warning and a promise in one.

Striding down the corridor to find Sascha leaving Cruz's room - to go directly into her mate's arms - Dev nodded at the couple to follow him outside. "Tag," he said, the taste of Katya a lingering sweetness on his tongue, "one of you two should sit in on this, too." They could easily transmit what they heard to the other.

Tiara rose in a graceful movement. "I'll go. Keep your mind open to me, okay, big guy?"

Tag gave a short nod, but Dev saw the flash of hunger in the man's eyes. It made him wonder what it felt like for the two telepaths to communicate - did Tag feel something different when it was Tiara? Part of him couldn't help but think what it would be like to have Katya's mind open to his.

Then you know I'm not going to back down. I want you to look in my mind.

His every male instinct growled in rejection. Such contact would have nothing to do with intimacy - it would be the worst kind of violation, a mockery of what should be.

"Dev, you okay?" It was Tiara, her voice pitched low.

Realizing he'd let his emotions bleed into his face, he nodded. "Sascha," he said, turning to the empath as she came to stand beside him, Lucas on her other side. "What's your opinion on Cruz?"

"He's damaged, but not irrevocably so." An encouraging smile. "The boy can learn to shield."

Tiara blew out a breath. "Damn, I'm glad to hear that. But why wasn't he picking up the things we were trying to show him?"

"His pathways," Sascha said, "are so compromised I had to devise a completely new form of shielding just for him."

"You can do that?" Tiara asked. "Tag wants the blueprint."

"It's a work in progress at the moment - I'm building it from the inside out. Or rather," she amended, "Cruz is, according to my instructions. I'll be happy to give you what I've got so far."

"Luc," Dev said as the two women stepped away, "I've got something else I need to talk to you about."

"Yeah?"

"You have any contact with that new leopard pack up in the Smokies?"

"That's Remi's pack," Lucas said easily. "RainFire."

"Remi?" Dev shook his head. "Sounds like he should be hunting alligators somewhere."

"Short for Remington. Pisses him off big time when anyone uses that name."

"Thanks for the tip."

Lucas grinned.

"How long's RainFire been around?"

"'Bout a year. Remi rounded up a few loners he knew through his roaming, found territory, and sent out the call that the pack was open. I hear they've got a reasonable group now."

"How's that work, the territory thing?"

"You asking for a reason?"

"I've got nervous people in the area, people who own their land fair and square." A lot of Forgotten had settled in that region, finding comfort in the massive shadow of the mountains.

Lucas shook his head. "Won't be a problem. Remi bought up a huge tract of land for his people, and under the amendments to the Constitution after the Territorial Wars, he's got changeling rights to the areas in public ownership."

Dev had read those laws himself. "As long as he maintains the natural landscape and can hold it against other changelings, it's his? Doesn't that go against the Peace Accord?"

"That area was unclaimed," Lucas said. "If it had been claimed but the pack was weak, he could've gone in then, too. Fact it was empty makes it even easier."

"And my people's access to that public land?"

"Still theirs, but if Remi succeeds in holding it, they'll have to follow his rules."

"Not exactly fair."

Lucas shrugged. "If he does hold it, he also pledges to help the people in his territory, so the humans and nonpredatories get leopard protection. It's not a bad deal."

"Unless Remi is a piece of shit."

A grin spread across the leopard alpha's face. "I'll tell him you said that."

"I'd rather you give me his direct line. I can't pin the bastard down long enough to talk."

"He's busy establishing his territory." But Lucas took out his cell and sent the data wirelessly to Dev's own phone. "Remi's okay. It'll be interesting to see if RainFire sticks together - like I said, the pack's based around a group of leopards who chose to walk alone until Remi sweet-talked them into joining up with him."

"You seem to know a bit about him. I thought the packs were independent."

"Times change," Lucas said, no amusement in his tone now. "Intelligence is a useful tool - even for the most isolated packs."

Dev met the other man's eyes. "There are Forgotten across the country."

"Maybe we should talk."

EARTHTWO COMMAND LOG: SUNSHINE STATION

10 July 2080: Official incident report: Four staff members appear to have experienced a hallucinatory episode of significant strength. During the period of irregular brain activity, they caused extensive damage to the main sleeping quarters. Repairs are now in progress.

All the affected individuals were checked by the medics and pronounced stable after twelve hours of observation. The medical team currently has no conclusive data, but is theorizing that the four may have been poisoned by a contaminant in the food chain. Our supplies are in the process of being scanned for toxins.

Chapter 28

Katya spent most of the rest of the afternoon watching archived news footage on the small comm unit in her room. More and more of her memory was coming back, and several times she found herself prompting the anchor. When that happened one time too many, she turned off the panel and decided to stretch her legs.

No one bothered her when she went into the kitchen. After grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter, she opened the back door and stepped out.

"Going to be a nice night," Tiara said from where she was going through a graceful exercise routine on the back lawn, her hair swept up in a sleek ponytail, her body covered by a flowing white top and black leggings.

Taking a bite of the apple, Katya looked up at the early evening sky. "How can you tell?"

"I've got weather-sense, as my oma would say."

"Oma?"