Wolf Rain (Psy-Changeling Trinity #3) - Nalini Singh Page 0,85
and the only other teleporter in the compound was down, as was the medic who’d first responded to Yuri.
Abbot was dying.
And Yuri . . . His mind had just stopped, the telepathic disconnection a bruise inside Memory. Yuri had been meant to return home in an hour to read bedtime stories to Arrow children. They’d be waiting for him. As Jaya waited for her mate to open his eyes. Jaya, who worked with coma patients, but who could also feel the death agonies of the recently deceased.
Oh, God. Alexei didn’t know that. Memory began to release Cordelia and rise. If Abbot died while Jaya was so close, her hands cradling his head in her lap, Memory knew Jaya would go with him, falling into her love’s death.
Flickers around the compound, more Arrows teleporting in. Every muscle in Memory’s body locked, but that horrible and wrong darkness didn’t attempt another takeover. Ice filled the air, the Arrows focused on Alexei.
Memory found her voice on a furious wave of protectiveness. “It wasn’t Alexei! Yuri and Abbot shot themselves so they wouldn’t hurt us! I hit Amin!”
Aden Kai, the leader of the squad, stared directly at her. She’d met him once when he came to speak to the team here. He was quiet, too. But not like Yuri. Aden wasn’t peaceful. Aden was contained like a storm. His friend, Vasic, who’d just teleported out both Abbot and Jaya, was more like Yuri.
“What happened?” Aden hunkered down in front of her, and though he wasn’t a physically imposing man in comparison to Yuri or Alexei, his body built along more slender lines and his muscles lithe, power lived inside him. All the more deadly for not being worn openly.
Cordelia sobbed and tried to bury herself in Memory.
Squeezing her arms tighter around the other E, Memory held Aden’s unreadable dark gaze. “You need to leave. You’re scaring Cordelia.” She looked around. “Your Arrows are scaring everyone.”
No other E in the compound was in any way functional right now. Blank faces and tears, unconscious bodies, whimpering balls, every single trainee aside from Memory had overloaded—not on the bloody violence, she realized all at once, but because of their close links to the Arrows. After weeks of interaction, they were almost all connected on the Honeycomb, Arrows and Es.
Inexplicably, Memory wasn’t linked to Yuri . . . but she could see that his light, it was gone, the connection severed.
“Stay away from the Es,” she ordered Aden in a harsh tone. “Find out who did this.”
Aden rose to meet Alexei, who’d walked toward them—and though the squad’s leader said nothing aloud, his fellow Arrows moved away from the dazed and fallen empaths. Aden’s people had expressionless down pat, but Memory sensed piercing distress beneath their icy faces.
Her heart ached for these soldiers who had already suffered too much pain, but she couldn’t help them, wasn’t that kind of empath. All she could do was hold her brethren and listen as Alexei spoke to Aden.
“Your Arrows put their lives on the line to protect the Es.” Alexei’s eyes glowed amber in the darkness that had fallen while blood spilled into the earth. “Pretty sure they were being aimed like weapons at the Es, but they refused to buckle under. I didn’t see Yuri shoot himself, but I saw Abbot force the gun toward himself.”
“Arrows have the most impenetrable shields in the Net.” Aden’s high cheekbones cut against the olive of his skin. “You’re saying they fell victim to mind control?”
“I’m telling you what I saw.” Alexei didn’t budge an inch, as powerful as Aden but in a far more primal way. “And my point is that they didn’t crumple under the pressure—the Arrows here didn’t lay a single finger on an E except to protect.”
Memory realized he was trying to comfort Aden and his people. Her golden wolf understood what today’s events would do to a squad of assassins who’d allied themselves with the most vulnerable Psy in the Net. Arrows were the wolves of the PsyNet, Alexei had said—but those protective wolves had broken faith and turned on their charges.
“It wasn’t their fault,” Memory said through a thick throat, because that was important, had to be known. “The darkness wanted the Arrows to kill us, but Yuri and Abbot and Amin wouldn’t.”
The tension in Aden’s body didn’t appreciably alter, his features grim.
“Memory?” A husky, broken voice as Cordelia finally lifted her head. Her greenish-brown eyes were blurred, her pupils hugely dilated. “Yuri hurt himself.”