Now, Kaleb stared thoughtfully at the transparent screen that had moments before held Jen Liu's face. The matriarch had been correct in her estimation of his loyalties. He valued the alliances he'd built up on his way to gaining a Council seat. Those alliances had been nurtured with cold-blooded precision - he had known that a Councilor who had the support of certain sectors of society would wield far more than his share of power. And Kaleb appreciated power. It was why he'd made Councilor at a bare twenty-seven years of age.

He tapped at the screen, switching it from communications to data mode, then pulled up files on the rest of the Council. Putting the bio files on one side, he accessed the ones on the NightStar Affair. Beside that, he left an empty space for the information Silver was collating.

Finally, he brought up a highly confidential file titled "Protocol I." Right now, all he had on that matter were suspicions, but that would change. The Liu issue would do for a first strike. He saw no need to draw blood...yet.

Kaleb was nothing if not patient. The same way a cobra is patient.

Chapter 4

One day after the murder, and countless hours of arguments with herself later, Brenna knew Judd was the only person she could ask, the only one who might possibly understand. And yet, he was also the worst, so cold that he sometimes appeared less human than a statue carved out of ice. Before being kidnapped, she'd gone to great lengths to avoid him, intrinsically disturbed by the inhuman chill of his personality.

Well aware her brothers would turn feral at the mere thought of her alone with Judd, she took every care to remain invisible as she tiptoed out of their family quarters after dinner and toward the section occupied by unmated soldiers. Judd lived alone, his brother, Walker, and the three minors having been relocated to the family section. The move had taken place four months after the Laurens first sought sanctuary with SnowDancer.

Surprisingly, it had been the pack's maternal females who had ordered Hawke to think about what it was doing to the Psy children to be isolated in the soldiers' area. Given how sensitive the females were to anything that might pose a danger to the cubs, Brenna would've expected them to demand distance - Marlee and Toby might be kids but they were very powerful kids.

Conversely, SnowDancer pups tended to play rough and could maul the Psy children without meaning to. But the maternal females had extended the invitation and Walker Lauren had accepted on behalf of his daughter, Marlee, and nephew, Toby. At seventeen, Toby's sister, Sienna, could no longer be classified as a child, but neither was she an adult. In this case, the headstrong teenager had chosen to stay with the children.

Leaving Judd alone.

As Judd was considered the most dangerous member of the Lauren family, his living quarters had never been in any question. He continued to be looked on with suspicion, though she knew he'd been integral to her rescue. While he hadn't been one of those who'd entered the pain-soaked room that had been her torture chamber - an omission for which she would always be grateful - he'd helped Sascha lay the psychic trap that had led to Enrique's capture. He'd proven his loyalty. But still he remained an outsider.

The unfairness of it rubbed at her sense of justice, but she couldn't blame her packmates for their feelings, not when Judd seemed determined to reinforce their attitude. The man was aloof to the point of rudeness.

Reaching his door, she knocked softly. "Hurry up." Though the corridor was currently deserted, she could near the sound of approaching footsteps. With her luck, it would be one of her overprotective brothers.

The door opened. "What - ?"

She ducked under his arm and into the room. "Shut it before someone comes." For a second, she thought he would refuse, but then he pushed it closed.

Turning to stand with his back to the door, he folded his arms across a bare chest. "If your brothers find you here, they'll put you under lock and key."

She was suddenly hyperconscious of the scent of fresh male sweat and gleaming skin in a confined space. Terror spiked, but she squashed it almost before it arose, hiding it in that impregnable box in her mind. "Aren't you worried about what they'll do to you?" Despite the edge of fear, her fingertips tingled, wanting to touch this dangerous creature.

"I can take care of myself."

Of that she had no doubt. "So can I."

Judd's eyes, eyes the color of bitterest chocolate except for the flecks of gold in the irises, didn't shift their focus off her face. "What are you doing here, Brenna?"

She shook herself out of her fascination. "I need to talk to a Psy and you're it."

"What about Sascha?"

"She won't understand." Brenna both respected and liked Sascha Duncan, the Psy mind-healer who had mated with Lucas Hunter, alpha to the DarkRiver leopards. But..."She's too good, too gentle."

"It's a side effect of her abilities," Judd said in his usual icy tone.

It was a tone that infuriated the other males, but Brenna knew she wasn't the only female who wondered about thawing him out. Her claws pricked the insides of her skin as she was hit by a near-violent surge of inexplicable sensual hunger. She fought it - she wasn't stupid enough to think she could change him.

"Sascha feels the emotions of others," Judd continued. "If she harmed another being, it would rebound back on her."

"I know that." Fisting her hands, she turned on her heel and began to pace around the small room. His scent was everywhere, closing around her changeling senses in a dark and uncompromising masculine wave. "This is like a cell. Couldn't you put up a poster at least?" The size of the room was comparable to those of other unmated soldiers, but even the worst lone wolf made some changes to his living space.

In contrast, Judd's was stark in its emptiness, his bed the single piece of furniture, the sheet white, the blanket institutional gray. The only addition appeared to be a horizontal exercise bar fitted about a foot below the ceiling.

"I don't see the point." He leaned back against the door, the movement drawing her attention to a chest she knew was pure hard muscle. "Ask what you came to ask."

"I told you I'm seeing things. I saw that - that - " She couldn't bring herself to say it, to reawaken the nightmare.

Of course Judd didn't attempt to offer comfort. "I explained that they're likely nothing more than psychic echoes of the trauma you suffered at Enrique's hands."

"You're wrong. They're real."

"Tell me what you see."

"Bad, bad things," she whispered, hugging herself. "Death and blood and pain."

Judd's expression didn't alter. "Be more specific."

Sudden, blinding anger swamped the fear raised by the memories. "Sometimes you make me want to scream! Would it hurt you to try and appear a little human?"

He didn't respond.

"Walker's different."

"My brother is a telepath with a special affinity for young Psy minds. He was a teacher in the Net."

She took time to think that through, surprised he'd answered at all. "You're saying he already had the capacity to feel emotions before you defected?"

"We all have the capacity," Judd corrected. "The whole point of the conditioning under Silence is to cauterize that capacity - elimination is impossible."

She wondered what he saw in her face, because she saw only the most chilly calm on his. He stood unaffected by her anger, her fear...her pain. The realization caused an odd, hollow sensation in her stomach. "But you said Walker's different."

A nod sent several dark strands of hair falling across his forehead. "My brother's constant contact with children who hadn't yet finished the conditioning process, contact that continues with Toby and Marlee, means that he was always more susceptible to breaching Silence in the right environment."

"What about you?" It was a question she'd never before asked. "What did you do in the Net?"

She thought she saw his shoulders tighten. But when he replied, his tone was unchanged. "You don't need any more nightmares. Now, tell me what you see."

She stepped closer to the dangerous maleness of him. "You'll have to talk about it someday." But she knew from his inflexible stance that it wasn't going to be today. So she gathered up her courage and opened that box of evil and death. "I saw Timothy's death in a dream. But...he didn't have a face then...just a smooth oval of bare skin where features should've been." She couldn't get the disturbing image out of her head. "I saw how he would die." A sharp blade cutting through muscle and fat to expose bloodred flesh.

Judd continued to watch her without blinking. "Could be simple transference - your mind's way of interpreting the images Enrique left in your brain."

It disgusted her that Enrique had gotten that far. Sascha had assured Brenna that she hadn't broken, that she'd kept the bastard from her innermost core, but it didn't feel like that. No, it felt like he'd crawled into the very essence of her being, violating every part of her from the inside out. And Sascha didn't know the worst of what the butcher had done...what she had submitted to - Brenna intended to take those secrets to the grave.

"Brenna."

Stomach churning, she raised her head. "Transference?"

His eyes were piercing, as if he were attempting to see through her skin. "You could be mistaking or merging an old or known image over a new one."

Because Enrique had liked to terrorize her by showing her recordings of his past kills. "No," she disagreed. "Even before I saw Tim's body, I could feel differences...in the cuts, in the evil." Enrique's favorite weapon had been a scalpel, used in conjunction with the telekinetic powers of his cardinal mind. Cardinals were the strongest grade of Psy, but Enrique had been a power even in that select company. "It's as if I'm being forced to watch someone else's fantasies." It was her ultimate fear - having her mind raped again, being shoved full of dark, nauseating thoughts nothing could wash away.