Ria screwed up her nose. "You have to buy the changeling stuff. Get Clay to pick it 'cause you sure as heck won't be able to smell anything."

Talin released a slow breath. "Give and take from both sides." Exactly as in any other relationship.

"Yep. Oh, yeah," Ria added, "be careful about claiming skin privileges." When Talin gave the other woman a blank look, she rolled her eyes. "I bet Clay just touched you like it was his right? Figures." She didn't wait for an answer. "It might look as if the pack's easy as far as touching goes, but they're actually very, very choosy. Wait for an indication it's okay, especially with the dominant males and females." She glanced at her watch. "Damn, gotta go. We should do lunch one of these days."

"I'd like that," Talin said as Ria waved good-bye.

It was tempting to ponder the mass of information Ria had shot at her, but she knew she had to focus. It was far harder to banish the tantalizing image of Clay nuzzling the scent of perfume from her neck, so she took it with her as she set up a small writing pad, grabbed a plain old pen, and reached for the first of the files Dev had sent. It was Jonquil's.

Chapter 28

Jonquil looked at the fine needle marks on his arms and knew he'd gotten off easy. The wolf-eyed woman, the one he'd named Blue, had done nothing to make him scream, hadn't hurt him at all. In fact, all the screaming had stopped since the day of her visit.

He was too terrified to wonder what that meant.

She'd taken blood, skin, and hair samples, made him answer what felt like a thousand questions. Today he was supposed to go in for a brain scan. He had a feeling that that was what Blue was really interested in, though you wouldn't be able to tell from her or the Blonde's expressions. They were the coldest, most icy people he had ever met. He knew what they were, of course. What he didn't know was what they wanted from him.

But no way in hell was he going to let his uncertainty show. Talin had taught him better. That thought in mind, he was waiting tall and proud when they came to the door - the Blonde and an unfamiliar male. No woman with wolf blue eyes and smooth chocolate skin.

Jonquil figured he could flatten the man in a physical fight, no problem. But these people didn't fight with their bodies. They fought with their minds. He'd been on the streets long enough to have witnessed the end results for those who got on their wrong side. Like when Sal had tried to pull one over on that group that had wanted to buy him out. He'd been found with his brains leaking out his ears.

"I'm ready." He didn't bother trying to see if they'd fall for his voice. When he spoke in a certain way, all slow and easy, people seemed to get real caught up in it, but Blue had known about it, had warned him not to try it on the others. She'd said not only would it not work, it would sign his death certificate. He had decided to believe her...for now.

The Blonde nodded. "Your cooperation has been noted."

He wondered if that meant they would give him anesthetic when they tortured him. He opened his mouth to ask about Blue, then snapped it shut, remembering what she'd said after returning him to the cell.

I was never here. You will keep your silence on that point.

Why? Who are you to me?

The woman who caused you no pain.

True enough, he thought, very aware of the reptilian light in the male's eyes. Cold or not, that one liked hurting people. Jon's senses were screaming at him to run, run, RUN! But there was nowhere to run - not yet - so he followed them down the corridor.

As he walked, he decided to call the man Lizard. He had secret names for everyone, even Talin. She'd think her name was hysterical, he thought, fighting to keep up his courage in the face of the threat emanating from Lizard.

"Please enter." The Blonde pushed open a door.

Halting a few steps inside, he frowned. "What the hell is that?" He was facing a chair but one hooked up to devices that, even to his inexperienced eyes, promised pain.

"A machine that will allow us to better understand your brain." The door shut behind him as Lizard spoke for the first time, his voice cool...dead.

Jonquil got a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew Blue hadn't authorized this. He stared at the Blonde, a silent question in his eyes.

Her expression didn't change. "Take a seat in the chair."

"No." A sharp pain stabbed into his skull, making him stagger. But he didn't scream.

The Blonde glanced at Lizard. "Perhaps we should use one of the others?"

"There's only one other left. Open the screen."

Jon clenched his head in his hands as the wall behind the chair suddenly silvered from opaque to clear. There was a little girl on the other side. She was sitting hunched into the far corner, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her eyes met his. Big, brown, filled with excruciating fear and - at seeing him - a desperate flash of hope.

"If you don't cooperate, we'll use her," Lizard told him.

Jon decided he'd have to kill the bastard before he escaped. "Why do you think I care?"

"You're human."

And Jon knew that this time, there would be screaming.

Chapter 29

Teijan was waiting for Clay above ground, looking sleek and well-groomed, a small man with a solid aura of power. "Hello, Clay."

"Teijan." He could still taste Talin on his lips, tart and familiar. It calmed his possessive instincts, but didn't make him any less pissed with her for refusing to get medical attention until they found the boy. "Wanted to ask - you know anything about a man being jumped around here last night?"

"The cop?" A spark of pure surprise lit Teijan's inky black eyes. "A group of my people took exception to the event." His mouth firmed into an unforgiving line. "Most of them know about bullies. They scared off the perpetrators, called the paramedics."

"Anyone see anything?" He knew the Rats would've disappeared Down Below before Enforcement arrived, wary of a law that often treated them like trash. Yet they had saved a cop's life, with no hope of gain for themselves. He'd make sure Max knew that.

"No." He spread out his hands. "It was dark and they are human, with human eyes. Suyi did mention the thugs looked like hired muscle."

Clay had expected as much. If it was a Psy behind the kidnappings, he or she wasn't anyone with access to the kind of power the Council wielded - otherwise Max would've been dead by now, his brains turned to jelly. But the fact that this was happening in Nikita Duncan's city, without her apparent involvement - Nikita didn't need to hire ineffectual human thugs - made him wonder exactly how bad things had gotten in the PsyNet. "So," he looked to Teijan, "why the call?"

"The boy," Teijan said, "one of the children is adamant she saw him disappear off the street."

His leopard sat up in interest. "She saw him get snatched?"

"No, she saw him disappear." Teijan made a flicking notion with his fine-boned hand. "Poof. Like magic. Her words."

Everything in Clay stilled. It didn't make sense - if the kidnapper was a teleportation - capable telekinetic, he or she would have had no need to hire humans to do the dirty work. Tk-Psy that strong could crush a human body with little effort.

"We didn't believe her at first." Teijan frowned. "But then I realized why the picture of the boy disturbs me and mine so much."

"Why?"

"He's not human. He's not changeling. He's not Psy. He's more other than anyone I've ever before met."

Talin could barely grasp the enormity of what she was reading. Dev might not have told her the truth, but he'd given her what she needed to find that truth herself.

She was standing there stunned when the door opened and Clay walked in. "You're not going to believe this," she said, tugging him to the table.

"Try me." The edge in his tone scraped over her spine like a fine nail.

She glanced up, belatedly noticing the furious expression on his face. It was obvious it wasn't directed at her. "What's the matter?"

"You first." His hand closed around her ponytail and he stroked the length through his fist. Then he did it again, top to bottom.

To her surprise, she could feel him relaxing. And that relaxed her. Skin privileges, she thought with an inward smile. "Alright. Here, look." Bending over the table, very aware of him playing with her hair, she showed him the crucial pages.

"Family trees," he murmured. "Detailed."

She nodded. Her hair slipped out of his grasp but a second later, she felt a tug as he recaptured it. The caress was strangely soothing. "Looks like Shine went way beyond the most recent generations."

Clay was caught by the fierce light in Talin's eyes. Her intelligence blazed hot and damned sexy. "For all of them?"

"Yes." She grinned. "It's as if they were tracing the families, not the individual children."

"Shine doesn't take on whole families."

"I'm not so sure. Look." She tapped a particular record. "One kid in this three-sibling family has Shine support, but all three are being monitored. The only reason the other two were left alone is because they have other scholarships."

"That can't be the case with all of them."

"No. But if you look carefully at the charts, you'll see that a lot of the unfunded or untraced ones are actually stepsiblings. They're following bloodlines."

Clay stopped sliding Talin's hair through his fist, though he kept the smooth, silky stuff in his grip. "That explains a lot."

Lines formed on her forehead. "Why do I get the feeling you already know what I'm leading up to?"

He tugged at her hair, tipping up her head. Then he kissed her. A short, fleeting brush of lips on lips that tantalized the cat, teased and tempted in a way that would eventually become dangerous. But not yet. He still had enough control to pull back. "I have suspicions, no proof."