Wolf Rain (Psy-Changeling Trinity #3) - Nalini Singh Page 0,111

power. He had to figure out how to turn it off, how to fix himself before it was too late and the damage to his brain had a permanent effect.

His wrist unit vibrated against his skin.

Glancing down, he froze. It was a message from Theo: Whatever you’re doing, I’d request you stop. I’m getting tired of the secondhand migraines.

Chapter 42

It is agreed: the survivors of Operation Scarab are to be eliminated. Their psychic power surges threaten to destabilize the PsyNet, and this cannot be permitted. Death is to be by humane methods.

—Psy Council (2004)

MEMORY WAS SITTING at her kitchen table at around four that day, working on nudging the spoon along a preset path, when Alexei turned up at her door, his eyes backlit by amber. “Want to go see more of the festival in Chinatown?” Golden and strong, with a smile that hit her in the solar plexus, he could tempt her anywhere.

Rising, she slipped her hand into the warm roughness of his . . . just as his phone buzzed. “Hello, squirt,” he said as he led Memory to the black SUV he was driving today. “Yeah? Well maybe I miss your face, too.” He grinned at the response. “Congrats on the win, by the way. I sent you a celebratory surprise. Should arrive tomorrow.”

Smiling at the happy emotions she could sense in him, Memory didn’t interrupt. Alexei spoke with the caller for a few more minutes before hanging up. “My cousin, Franzi,” he said after they were in the SUV and on their way. “Aunt Min’s daughter. Twelve years old and smart as a whip—she just won this major computronics contest.” His pride in his young cousin was adorable.

“They’re based in your den?” Memory loved seeing this side of him, the dangerous dominant who made time for a little girl who wanted to hear his voice—and who’d thought to send her a gift to celebrate an achievement.

“Yeah. Aunt Min and her mate, Gustav, followed me and Brodie when I got put in charge of that den.” A roughness to his voice. “Said it was about family.”

Memory already loved these three people she’d never met. “Tell me more about them.”

It was a topic on which her golden wolf had no hesitation speaking. She discovered that his aunt was a senior soldier, his uncle a lighting engineer, and that they’d met while his aunt had been roaming the world on her own. Alexei, too, had roamed as a younger wolf, and he shared stories about his adventures that had her laughing.

“I have a question,” she said much later, after a companionable silence had fallen between them. “How can Judd have helped Abbot if he’s a Tk?” Telekinetics caused destruction; they didn’t heal.

“Judd’s a special kind of Tk. Can move the cells of the body.” A sudden darkness in Alexei’s voice. “As a child, he was taught that his only value was as an assassin. A Tk-Cell can stop the heart, can kill in undetectable ways—but it turns out you can use the same skill in the exact opposite way.”

“To put the cells of the body back together,” Memory whispered, her fingers clasped tight in her lap. “Do you think I could . . . be something good?”

“You already are.” A scowling proclamation. “Remember Ashaya. Remember how she treasures the time you give her with Amara.”

Memory couldn’t argue with that. Neither could she forget what Amara herself had said to her: You’ve shown me elements of the world I never before knew existed. The scientist remained a psychopath, still spent time considering how she could use what Memory did as a tool of manipulation . . . but every so often, she’d display an unexpected humanity.

Such as when, after a session, she’d spent time fixing a scientific problem posted on an online forum by a small human community. The community could only offer naming rights to their tiny library as payment, and the work itself wasn’t cutting-edge enough to tempt the caliber of scientist required. Yet Amara had sat down and solved the problem.

“Might as well,” she’d said with a shrug. “It amuses me to know students will be studying at the Amara Aleine Library.”

Flip words, but she’d given up hours of her time.

Memory was still considering what that meant when Alexei parked his SUV in a lot attached to DarkRiver’s city HQ. “The cats are a lot more hooked into the pulse of San Francisco than us wolves,” he said as they got out. “This really is a feline