It made her smile. "That would make one of your parents a mule. Your mother?"
"She never admitted it." His eyes filmed over with a sadness so deep, she felt her throat lock. "Never had the chance."
She hesitated, unsure of her instincts, of her mind, her soul . . . but not of her heart. "What happened to her?"
"My father killed her." A stark response that stole her breath.
She was still trying to find the words with which to respond when he continued. "That was when I first understood why some of our ancestors chose Silence. My father - he was never abusive. It was his gift that turned him into a killer."
Reaching out a hand, she closed it over his.
"The ShadowNet," Dev said, looking down at their linked hands, "is a completely different animal from the PsyNet, but we have some similarities."
"Dev," she said, cutting him off though it was the last thing she wanted to do. "You mustn't tell me any more." If she betrayed him, even if it wasn't by choice, it would shatter her - and she knew she wouldn't rise again. Not from that.
His face was suddenly that of the conqueror she'd once seen in him. "We'll break you free, Katya. Even if I have to kill Ming LeBon himself."
"No." She grabbed both his hands. "He's my monster to slay. I don't want you anywhere near him."
"Don't you think I can take him?"
She stared at him, at his cool eyes, his muscular body, his soldier's patience, and said, "I know you could. And that's what terrifies me."
A waiting silence.
"I don't want you to become what he is," she whispered, knowing that Dev had a ruthlessness in him that could turn him cruel, an assassin with a single, brutal objective. She had no doubt that he'd achieve that objective - but he might lose himself in the process. "I'm afraid that if you hunt him, it'll change you, make you a reflection of Ming."
He didn't reply, and she knew that if push came to shove, Dev would go after Ming. And if that happened, there'd be only one choice. One she'd make without flinching. She was becoming Dev's weakness. Excise her from existence, and that weakness would no longer exist.
* * *
Dev got the phone call from Aubry ten minutes after they took off, the airjet set on a steady course north. Katya wasn't officially on the passenger manifest, which meant they'd technically be smuggling her over the border if they needed to land in Canada, but Dev had ways around the problem if it came to that.
"What is it?" he asked, conscious of Katya putting on her headphones and turning up the music.
"Jack thinks you're dicking him around - he's pissed."
Dev squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "Can you keep him calm for three days?"
"He's going to last maybe one more day - two at the most." Aubry's tone changed. "Dev, what he's saying, it's not out of his ass. He's making sense."
"I know Jack's making sense." Dev had seen Jack's son William after the first episode, had held Jack as the other man broke down. He had a bone-deep understanding of the anguish that drove his cousin's every action. "That's the hell of it. Look, I'll call him."
"And you'll be back in New York in three days?"
Knowing Tag and Tiara would be able to handle Cruz now that Sascha had become involved, he said, "Yeah. Set up a meeting with Jack."
"I guess you can't escape some things," Aubry said as he hung up, and Dev knew he wasn't talking about the meeting.
Coding in the number for Jack's cell, he waited. The other man answered after a couple of seconds. "About time, Director."
"Cut me some slack," Dev muttered. "You'd think we weren't related, the way you're out to string me up."
"Don't pull the cousin card on me." But his tone became less harsh. "You been avoiding me, Dev?"
"No. We've had some other shit hit the fan." Thrusting a hand through his hair, he leaned back in the seat. "What you're saying - I'm listening."
"Good." A pause. "Fuck, Dev, I didn't set out to be a pain in your ass, and I sure as hell don't want to rake up old memories, but we've got to deal with this."