Sienna's hands had stopped moving with his first startling statement. "That's beautiful." Her heart pulsed with a fragile need she hadn't even known she had until that moment.
Tai's slightly uptilted eyes were sheepish when he said, "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Swallowing the strange, incomprehensible softness inside of her, she added, "Maybe not all of it at once, though."
"If I survive Indigo," Tai muttered. "She's so freaking protective, it's like running a gauntlet each time I dare ask Evie out."
"Can you blame her? Evie's so gentle." Sienna had been certain Evie would be horrified by her when Indigo insisted on introducing Sienna to her sister—but in spite of her too-kind heart, Evie had a well-hidden streak of mischief. It had made them fast friends and, once upon a time, accomplices in some of the most spectacular stunts ever pulled in the den.
Tai nodded. "I think that pot's done."
Handing it over so he could dry and put it away, she wiped down the sink and made a quick getaway. It wasn't until she was outside in the dark green shadow of the forest giants that she realized how much she'd missed the crisp air of the Sierra during her hours in the kitchens. Before defecting to SnowDancer, she'd spent her days inside high-rise buildings, in the middle of a city, and known no different. Now she'd tasted not only the wild, rugged beauty of the mountains, but learned what it was to have friends, to have family in more than just blood.
"I've made my decision," she said to the man who'd come to stand beside her with an assassin's quiet grace. "No matter what, I won't return to the PsyNet, to Silence." It had been an option she'd been forced to consider when it appeared her abilities were spiraling out into chaos and destruction.
"How good," Judd said instead of responding to her statement, "is your control?"
"Strong as steel." Her time away from the den, in the care of other defectors, including one who was a genius at shield construction, had given her a second chance. She would never forget the death that lived within her, but—"I'm going to make it, Judd. I'm going to spit in the face of that bastard who sentenced us all to die."
Judd said nothing to strike at Sienna's confidence, aware she'd need every ounce of it if she was going to survive the coming darkness—because he knew something she didn't. It was a truth he'd carried in his heart for years, a truth he would never, ever share with her. To do so might well turn it into a self-fulfilling prophecy.
He'd hacked into secret Council archives when Sienna had been ten, helped by fellow Arrows who'd understood that his niece might one day end up in the squad. Only he had read the files that went back 150 years, and so only he knew the brutal facts: The longest any X-Psy had ever survived, even under Silence, was to age twenty-five.
That twenty-five-year-old X had registered as 3.4 on the Gradient.
Sienna was off the charts.
HAWKE had spent his first week in the mountains avoiding contact with even the sentries. He'd known he wasn't fit company for anyone. The feral wolves, too, had given him a wide berth after he snarled at them . . . though they still came to huddle around him at night, all of them sleeping in a big pile of fur. It was difficult to maintain a bad temper in the face of such fierce affection, but Hawke's wolf was riding him hard.
The dreams sure as hell didn't help.
Ruby red fire and smooth sun gold skin; autumn and that rare, wild spice. The echoes of her haunted him until he couldn't close his eyes without it whispering over his senses, a fleeting silken touch.
So vivid were the dreams that he woke hard as stone and furious with himself for his lack of control. As a result, he was leaner and feeling a hell of a lot meaner when he returned to the den. He'd run himself to exhaustion, and though his wolf was behaving, he knew it would take only the slightest provocation, the slightest touch, to send him over the edge. And still, he had to fight the compulsion to track her down, make sure she knew he was back. "Fuck."
Throwing his gear on the floor of his bedroom, he'd pulled off his T-shirt in preparation for a shower when he scented a familiar female. Snarling, he stalked to the door and wrenched it open. "Not a word," he snapped at Indigo.
Freshly showered and dressed in jeans teamed with a plain white T-shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, Indigo favored him with a slow smile before running her eyes down his body, up again. "I guess that whole not sleeping thing has its advantages."
Hawke bared his teeth. "Go gawk at your mate."
A snort. "If Drew was here, do you think you'd rate a glance?"
"Go away."
"I will—after I get what I want."
"What?"
"Hold on." Indigo shifted to glance down the corridor. "Here she is."
"Sorry," Yuki said, neat and pressed in a suit that told him she was heading to work. "Thought we were meeting in your office." Reaching into her satchel, she withdrew a printed form attached to a clipboard.
Indigo took it, shoved it at him. "I decided to beard the rabid wolf in his den."
Growling, Hawke grabbed the pen. "What is it?" he asked, signing without reading. That was a trust reserved for the lieutenants. If it got to a point where he didn't have total faith in them, then the pack was in serious trouble. That had happened only once in their history, and Hawke was determined to never let those painful events taint the relationship he had with his men and women. "Don't usually need a lawyer to witness things."
"Do for this," Indigo said, scrawling her name beside his, then handing Yuki the pen so she could follow suit. "It gives Riley power of attorney over your worldly goods in exigent circumstances."