At the time, the cost-benefit ratio had seemed satisfactory. That was no longer the case.
I believe you have served your purpose.
She waited as the chairman paused and considered if his chip was faulty.
Your chip is defective. I made sure of it the night I found you—your mental shield makes you careless about more physical means of attack. Such a human failing.
Trembling, the man slid a hand under his hair.
Mind control takes large amounts of energy, and I really can’t spare any more.
The chairman drew himself a bath with no prescience of danger. He was dead five minutes later.
Tatiana sighed in exhaustion as she retook her seat. She would’ve preferred not to lose him—as a tool, he’d been perfect.
When she’d found him three weeks ago, his mind had already been full of both hatred toward the Psy, and a willingness to use violence to achieve his aims. All she’d had to do was nudge him until he’d set out to destroy the Council itself.
Every other action, from pushing the kill switch on his men, to going after the changelings, he’d taken on his own. Tatiana had no interest in anything unconnected to the murders of her fellow Councilors. But that very independence of thought had made the chairman too dangerous to leave alive.
It would, of course, have been better if she’d been able to control the Alliance as a whole, but even one mind-control link was draining. She’d been forced to watch the continued development of the chip and the drug, but that, she decided, was a minor issue, one she could deal with when she was stronger.
Right now, she had to recover … and reassess the other Councilors’ weaknesses. Perhaps, she thought as she walked haltingly to her bed, she might eventually program the next leader of the Alliance. Humans made such perfect stalking horses.
Mercy woke in
a spacious but unfamiliar room.
No.
She remembered seeing it before, but the images were hazy. Most likely, she’d woken earlier, then slipped back into sleep. Her side ached, and when she reached down to investigate, she found bandages wrapped around her middle. Still, she thought, it didn’t feel too bad—not like when that piece of tin had sliced into her.
Yawning, she snuggled deeper against the familiar male body beside her. “Riley?”
Silence.
Surprised, she raised herself up on her elbow and looked down. His face was drawn, lined with fatigue. Stupid man, she thought, he’d been staying up to watch over her. She’d
felt
him as she slept, knew he hadn’t left her side. Even though the plascast on his leg and thigh told her he’d suffered an injury himself. The break had to be a bad one if Lara had cast him so solidly. He should’ve stayed in animal form for the healing, but it didn’t surprise her that he hadn’t. She wouldn’t have, either, had their roles been reversed.
Kissing him on the jaw and petting his chest until his face
relaxed, she groaned and got out of bed on wobbly feet. Riley’s fingers immediately clenched on the sheet where she’d been. “Sleep,” she said, holding on to the headboard as her muscles got used to being upright again. “I’m right here.”
After a few more soothing words, he slipped back into a deeper rest.
It was, Mercy thought, standing there looking at him, inexpressibly wonderful to have a mate she loved with every breath in her. With no one around, she could be as sappy as she wanted. But of course, there
were
people around. However, they were giving her and Riley privacy and that’s all that mattered.
Dragging herself to the bathroom, she did what needed to be done, then showered. From the putrid color of her bruises, she figured she’d been out for days. Her body was clean, which meant either one of the healers or Riley had taken care of it. She didn’t feel any embarrassment at the thought—he was hers. Of course he’d care for her. As she’d do for him. In a heartbeat.
Feeling refreshed, she went back out to the bedroom encased in a fluffy white robe. Her bandages had some kind of plas coating so they’d survived unscathed. After grabbing a hairbrush, she sat down beside Riley and began to smooth the tangles. He instantly turned to wrap his arms around her waist, his face at her hip.
She smiled when one hand dropped down to nudge aside the robe until he found skin. Strong fingers closed over her thigh. He was still asleep. But even there, he was pushy. Exactly as she liked him.
Putting the hairbrush on the bedside table, she stroked his hair and shoulder for a long time. Perhaps an hour. It didn’t matter. She was simply happy to be here, with him. Made lazy by the petting, she slipped out of the robe and into bed beside him. Half an hour after that, his hand moved on her thigh, his thumb making lazy arcs. Yawning into his chest though she wasn’t sleepy, she pushed him down when he began to roll over on top of her.
“Watch your leg,” she ordered, the leopard in her tone.
He tugged at her curls in revenge. And not the ones on her head.
“Riley Aedan Kincaid,” she said. “I know you’re awake.”
He cupped her, bold and possessive.
She shuddered. “On your back, wolf.”
He obeyed, removing his hand from between her legs. She’d have been disappointed if she hadn’t had something so much better to look forward to. Sitting up in a careful motion, she looked down at his naked body, checking to make sure he hadn’t been harmed anywhere else. Only when she was satisfied did she give in to the need to be one with her mate, to anchor the bond with touch. “Yum, yum, all mine.”
“You don’t have the energy to do this. Do you know how many days you were out?”
“I
need
this,” Mercy said, and it was the truth. “I need you.”
Dark eyes didn’t smile. His hands brushed over her bandages, and the darkness intensified. She couldn’t allow that. If Riley put up his walls again, it would break her heart. “Grumpy.” She nipped at his jaw. “If you brood, I won’t go down on you.”
He blinked. Then a tiny smile edged those full male lips.
“That’s better.” She pressed a kiss to each side of his lips, her heart so full, she didn’t know how she bore it. “I know I was hurt, but so were you. It’s life. It’s who we are.”
“You almost died.”
“But you brought me back.” She cupped his face in her hands. “I always knew you were there. Death didn’t have a chance against the Wall.”
A long silence.
“I reserve the right to go a little crazy,” he said at last.
She spread herself over him, skin to skin across their top halves. “Ditto.” Another kiss, his hands sliding across her, gentle over her bandages and bruises. She accepted his tenderness, his care, giving him back the same. “This feels so right,” she whispered against his lips.
Wolf-amber eyes looked back at her. “Good.”
“Arrogant.” But she was smiling, because her Riley was back.
* * *
They emerged an
hour later to find the cabin deserted. Mercy grinned. “We scared them off.”
Riley’s smile was pure wolf as he balanced himself on crutches. “Made them jealous, too.”
Chuckling, she walked out to the porch … and felt her heart sigh in utter delight. “This is stunning.” They weren’t in the high Sierra, but neither were they down in DarkRiver territory. The firs were green, the air crisp but not cold, and the house—“Wow. Swiss chalet fused with mountain cabin.” She’d glimpsed a stone fireplace inside, and now saw the outside was made out of logs that blended the home seamlessly into the forest. “Whose place is this?”
“Ours.”
She stared at him. “What? Since when do you own this?”
“Five years ago.” He shrugged. “I had it built for my mate.”
“The cute little house wife?”
“I’m an idiot,” he said, “but obviously, I’m an idiot who even then knew he was an idiot.”
She folded her arms, staring daggers at him.
“Mercy, look around you. It’s rugged as hell. Can you see some submissive little creature surviving out here?”
Blinking, she did take a good look around. “She’d pee her pants at the first strange noise.” Arms lowered, she walked over and poked him in the chest. “Have you had other women here?”
“No one’s been here. I’ve never even spent a night inside.” Dropping one of the crutches, he reached up to cup her cheek. “I built it for two, not one.”
Well, she had to kiss him for that, didn’t she?
“Kitty cat,” he said, face solemn. “I’m sorry.”
She frowned. “For what? You had nothing to do with the explosion.”
“No … about your sentinel bond.”
Her heart clenched and then released as she realized … “I don’t feel any different.”
“You should.” Riley looked half worried, half relieved. “I
definitely felt it when I got bonded, and there’s a connection to Hawke, to the other lieutenants. It’s hard to explain.”
“I know what you mean—it’s like being near a fire and feeling the warmth.” She shook her head. “And I tell you, I can still feel that warmth.”
“Well …” He ran his hand over her hair. “That’s good. But if you want to be physically closer to your pack, we can move.”
Ah, damn but the man had a way of saying the most tender things in that deep, solid voice of his. “I’m good.” And it was the truth. Being with her mate was … joy. Such joy that it filled every cell, made her blood golden with the beauty of it.
His head lowered even as she rose on tiptoe.
“Ahem.” A pointed cough. “Didn’t you two already get that out of your system?”
“Go away, Hawke,” Riley said without looking.
The wolf alpha came up the stairs and tugged on Mercy’s hair. “Red. Pretty.”
Mercy smiled … and flashed up her claws. But Hawke was already on the other side of the porch, a smirk on his face.
“Now, now,” he said, “I’m your alpha—”
“Bullshit.” Mercy sheathed her claws and turned so her back was cradled against Riley’s chest as he leaned on the railing. “I’m a DarkRiver sentinel.”
The wolf alpha’s eyes gleamed. “You sure about that?”
Catching a couple of familiar scents on the breeze, she waited. Lucas and Sascha stepped out of the forest a few minutes later. Mercy took one look at them and bit back a grin, but Hawke didn’t bother to resist the urge to make a comment.
“You have a leaf stuck in your hair, cat.”
Nonchalant, Lucas reached up to pull it off. “Jealous, wolf?”
“Boys,” Sascha said. “We’re here to discuss something important.” Walking up the steps, she hugged Mercy. “I’m so glad you two are alright.” There was a change in her eyes—an impossible new depth of soul, of empathy. And her scent …
Mercy’s leopard all but pounced on Sascha in excitement. “Holy crap! Congratulations!”
Sascha smiled, and glanced at Lucas. “I don’t think I can quantify our excitement.” Then she turned back. “But that’s not why I’m here. It’s about the Web of Stars and the equivalent thing with the wolves.”
“You should sit,” Lucas said, and he wasn’t talking to Mercy.
Sascha stared at him. “I didn’t realize pregnancy of four weeks’ duration made me incapable of standing upright.”
“It makes me incapable of reason,” Lucas said, charm in every inch of him. “Humor me.”
Rolling her eyes, Sascha turned back to Mercy. “We should go in and grab seats—Tamsyn was here when you woke this morning and she said you’re going to be fine, but you need more bed rest. Lara gave the same orders to you.” She pointed an admonishing finger at Riley.
“Sascha darling, I don’t know what you and the cat get up to in bed, but those two aren’t resting.” Hawke padded over, and Mercy noticed that though he was wearing jeans and a white tee, he was barefoot. Crazy wolf.
Lucas cut Hawke off, opening the door to usher his mate inside. Mercy went in with Sascha and Riley followed. They heard a thump an instant later, and then some swearing, but when the two alphas walked in, there wasn’t a bruise on either of them. Sascha gave them both a narrow-eyed glance, got choirboy smiles in response.
“I’m assuming,” Mercy said, trying to control her laughter, “that something weird’s happened with the Web?”
Sascha nodded. “When you and Riley first mated, it was as if the Web and the SnowDancer network didn’t know what to do. In most cases, I think one of you would’ve been pulled out of your network—a connection
across
networks is theoretically impossible.”
Riley’s fingers played over her hip. Worried. Possessive. She leaned into him. “So what happened?”
“The impossible.” Sascha’s eyes sparkled. “The mating
bond snapped into place between you two, without removing either of you from your respective webs.”
Riley stirred. “Are you saying you can see both the Snow-Dancer and DarkRiver networks now?”
“Not exactly.” Sascha blew on the surface of the glass coffee table to steam it up, then used her finger to draw the connections as she explained. “Lucas and Hawke have a blood bond because of the alliance, so the packs are already bonded on some level.”
Hawke shifted and Mercy’s cat picked up an edge in his movements. Not directed at anyone in the room but there. “Why didn’t our networks merge?” he asked.
Sascha looked from wolf alpha to leopard alpha. One was by the fireplace. One behind his mate. Opposite sides of the room. “Because neither of you will submit to the other.”
“Hell, no!” From two different throats.
“See.” Sascha threw up her hands. “I think a changeling network has to have an alpha at the core—and you can’t have two alphas. But the alpha-to-alpha blood bond has obviously had some psychic effect. I can’t see the wolf web,” she explained, “but I can sense that it’s now side by side with Dark-River’s web on the psychic plane. The mating bond goes from Mercy and disappears, and since you two are mated …”
“It means it reappears on the other side.” Mercy thought about it. “If the blood bond hadn’t been there between Dark-River and SnowDancer?”
“Honestly,” Sascha said, “I don’t know. Could be we’d have ended up with the same result. You’re both so dedicated to your packs—with changelings, such things seem to matter a great deal when it comes to the psychic plane.”