She broke the intimate contact - though her body wanted to explore it, to roll the feel of his hard body around her - and turned. "I'll talk to Sascha soon. Promise."
Cool Psy eyes met hers. "I'll be in the den if you need me."
"Where did you go yesterday?" A tendril of remembered anger wormed its way to the surface.
"Somewhere safe."
She frowned. "The den is safe."
"Not for me." Not when he was unconscious and unable to defend himself. "At least a percentage of the population believes I killed Timothy."
"They'll get over it." She shifted her balance from one foot to the other, then back again before continuing. "I spoke to Marlee."
He waited.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was being such a bitch about Tk-Psy. I swear I didn't." She swallowed but didn't attempt to break eye contact. "There's so much in my head that doesn't make sense, like the way I went after Greg. I don't even like the guy."
Something dark in Judd reared its head at the mention of the other man. "See if Sascha and Faith have any new ideas about what might be happening. I'll do some digging on my own."
She thrust a hand through her hair. "I will. But the thing with Greg - "
"Don't say his name in my hearing ever again."
Brenna's mouth dropped open. "You're still furious." Her voice was a whisper.
She was wrong. If he'd been furious, blood would be soaking these walls, the smell of human tissue thick in the air. "Make those calls." He left before she could ask him any more questions. The answers might send her screaming.
Sascha turned to Lucas as they lay in bed, thinking over the call she'd received a few hours ago. "I'm worried about Brenna."
"I thought you said she was recovering." His arm came around her, urging her to sprawl over his chest.
"Pay attention." But she was where he'd wanted her.
A satisfied cat smile. "I am. Tell me about the wolf."
"I can't. Confidentiality."
His hand slipped over her naked bottom. "Bet I can make you talk."
"It's not playtime." She nipped at his chin though the urge to purr was strong.
He moved his hand to her lower back, his version of behaving. "Tell me."
"I don't know what to do." What Brenna had told her this evening - in particular the sudden changes in personality and behavior - was deeply troubling. "I'm worried I missed some of the damage in her psyche." Her mind-healing abilities were still new to her, having been suppressed by Silence for most of her life. A lot of it was instinctive, but Brenna's mind had been so badly torn apart. "Half the time, I didn't know what I was doing."
Lucas's arms tightened. "You brought her back. Don't second-guess yourself now."
"No," she disagreed. "She brought herself back. Her will, Lucas, it's like a steel flame, one that refuses to go out. Brenna should be dead right now."
"If she survived Enrique, then she can survive her own mind."
Sascha buried her face in the curve of Lucas's neck, breathing in his scent. "I'm not sure. Faith told me that most F-Psy in the PsyNet eventually go mad, and they're trained to deal with mental pressure. Brenna isn't."
Lucas's hand passed over her back, long soothing strokes from her neck down to the curve of her bottom and back. A panther's way of petting. "She might surprise you. She sure as hell surprised Hawke with her latest stunt - I had a chat with him about the hyena situation." His anger that someone had dared touch their cubs put a hard edge in his voice, but right then, there was also a touch of predatory amusement.
She knew it had to be caused by Hawke's apparent problems with Brenna - the two alphas hadn't really learned to play nice with each other yet. "What did she do?"
"She's hooked up with the damn Psy."