"Ashaya." Zie Zen's attention shifted. "We had a plan in place to extract Keenan."
"Not fast enough." Ashaya's jaw set. "Any more waiting and he would've been permanently damaged by the circumstances of his confinement. They were hurting him."
"I'm not going to argue with you about Keenan's welfare, but you took another step we weren't prepared for." Censure, delivered in cool Psy tones, but Dorian recognized an elder's criticism when he heard it.
Funny, he was no longer thinking of Zie Zen as Ashaya's husband of sorts. The relationship was clearly something quite different. He got more proof of that when Ashaya looked down at her feet.
Well, hell. Dorian's eyes narrowed - he'd never been able to make her back down. But, he thought, even he - tough-shit sentinel that he was - bowed his head in front of his mother. He'd bet on Zie Zen not being Keenan's father, even in the cold, scientific way of the Psy.
"It was the only way," she said at last. "I had to make sure Omega would never be completed."
"We both know that Omega is not, and has never been, an active project. You also know that we were working to remove even the idea of it from the arsenal."
This time, Ashaya's spine went stiff and she looked up. "Too slow."
Zie Zen held her gaze. "You lied in order to gain publicity. What we can't understand is why, not when you've never before shown any political aspirations." When Ashaya remained mute, he said, "Amara has been co-opted by the Council."
Ashaya's defiance seemed to disappear. "No. She's too smart to get caught."
"Something tripped her up." Zie Zen reached into his pocket.
Dorian didn't make any aggressive moves - he worked with weapons almost every day; he knew the older man had plain paper in his pocket.
"Here." The Psy male passed an envelope to Ashaya. "It's a message from her."
Ashaya stared at the envelope as if it was a live snake. "I don't want it."
"That's irrational behavior. She's the only one capable of reinitiating the Implant Protocol and undoing everything you've achieved."
When Ashaya still refused to accept the letter, Dorian reached out and took it from the other man. "I'll make sure she reads it."
Zie Zen gave a slow nod. "Make certain she also gets her shields back in place. She's breaking."
"No." Dorian would not put Ashaya back behind that wall of ice. "She's becoming who she was always meant to be."
Zie Zen's eyes flickered, before snapping to Ashaya. "You haven't told him."
Dorian felt a prickle at the back of his neck, the honed instincts of a hundred predators before him. "Ashaya?"
She gave him a look that could've cut glass. "This is not your business."
And that was when Dorian crossed over a very defined line in his head. "Yes," he said. "It is."
Zie Zen glanced at his sleek silver timepiece. "I must go."
"Your pickup about to arrive?"
Zie Zen nodded. A second later, a Psy male in a black uniform blinked into place. Ashaya glanced at the Tk-Psy but didn't say anything as the man nodded once at Dorian, then teleported both himself and Zie Zen out of the warehouse.
"Don't you care that they know about your pack's part in this?"
"They have no real information to use against us." Dorian shrugged. "And the Council knows we hate their guts."
Ashaya refused to look at him as he moved ever closer. The heat of him seeped through her back and into her bones as he stopped behind her. She waited for him to speak but he said nothing. She'd noticed that about him. Dorian always waited. Knowing the tactic didn't make it any less disconcerting.
A breath whispered past her ear and she knew he was bending down. His lips touched the sensitive skin of her nape. Light, so light, they could've been butterfly wings. But she felt them. They burned. And still she didn't move.
"You lied about Omega being an active project."