Something brushed her mind and it was so familiar she barely gave it a thought. But seconds after the NetMind had passed, she found herself turning to look for it, though of course, it couldn't be seen. It just was. Something in its Meeting touch had stimulated the section of her mind that housed the vision channels. The knowing was vague, less a vision than a premonition that the NetMind was going to be important to her life.
After another few moments of trying to refine the thought, she gave up and dropped back into her body, her psychic energy exhausted by the chaos in her mind. It was tempting to try to avoid sleep as a way to escape the darkness, but she fought that voice with inarguable logic - the visions would come whether she was awake or asleep. In that, she had no choice.
As she had no real choice in the decision to stay or leave the Net.
But two hours later, the touch that woke her wasn't of evil, but of something far more dangerous. "You came back."
His finger trailed down her cheek. "You have bruises under your eyes - I should've let you sleep."
"No. We need to talk."
He broke the skin-to-skin contact and rose fluidly to sit on the bed. Following, she sat up to face him. "I've been thinking about what you want, about the choice you want me to make, but the fact is I have to live in this world. If I cut the Net link, I die."
"You once asked me if I could do for you what Lucas does for Sascha. The answer is yes."
Every certainty shattered. "How?"
"Make your choice and then ask. I can't risk trusting you with that information while you're hooked up to the Net."
"Because of Sascha." An emotion she recognized as jealousy dug its claws into Faith.
"Because of every Psy who might one day need the knowledge."
"You're asking me to make a decision about my whole future, my life, based on your belief that you can get me out. What if you're wrong?"
"I'm not wrong." His words held the assurance of a predatory male used to having his way.
"How do you know?
He touched her again, a quick, shocking graze of his lips against hers. "Because you're already out - the only thing you have to do is open your eyes and see."
"Vaughn." It was a whisper that held her need, her frustration, her desperation.
"Always." His breath was hot on the shell of her ear.
She shook her head in reproach. "Not if I choose to continue living the life I'm good at living."
Something twisted in those not quite human eyes. "Even then, Faith. Even then. If you call for me, I'll come."
And it would break him apart, destroy his sense of honor and loyalty ... because he'd be sleeping with the enemy. But she had to make him see why this was such a difficult choice for her. "These are my people, my version of Pack, and I'm tied to them by so many bonds. They may not love me in the sense DarkRiver loves you, but my PsyClan needs me.
"If I leave, a hundred jobs directly connected to me will go, from the guards to the M-Psy. But it's the ripple effects that'll really devastate. Money will stop flowing into the PsyClan. Schools won't be affordable, research will be stopped, children will be pulled from mental enrichment programs when it might be those very programs that allow some of us to fight Silence."
"You're talking about loyalty." His voice was uncharacteristically toneless, but she could feel the coiled intensity of his beast as if it were a third being between them.
"Maybe it's not your kind of loyalty, but it is loyalty."
"You're right," he said, surprising her. "But, baby, loyalty has to be earned and honored. Your PsyClan will one day lock you up in a mental institution and call it care."
She knew he hadn't said that to be cruel. Her jaguar was merely using every weapon in his arsenal. "Maybe they won't," she said, silently pleading with him to lie to her, to make this easy. "If you and Sascha are right, then I won't go insane if I embrace my true abilities, if I accept that the darkness will come for me at times."
He shook his head. "What happens the first time you see a vision of murder and realize you're part of the body that's going to authorize it?"