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  He smiled again. “I think you know. ”

  “This will be an interminable negotiation if you don’t put things on the table. ”

  Yes, Tatiana was clever, but Kaleb had expected the demand. “I have in my possession,” he murmured, “an item that may belong to you. It was retrieved by an Arrow”—a lie with just enough of a possibility of truth that she wouldn’t question it—“after he became suspicious of a section of the Net that was blocked off for no rational reason. ”

  “Really?” A thoughtful pause. “What makes you believe this item is of any value to me?”

  “Your telepathic work is unmistakable in its complexity and dexterity. ”

  “You flatter me. ”

  “The truth is not flattery. ”

  Tatiana responded with a smile as practiced and as false as his own. “I’ve heard that you’re doing business with Nikita and Anthony as well. ”

  He shrugged, the movement another one he’d copied from the more emotional races, and answered with the absolute truth. “It makes logical sense to create and utilize multiple strategic partnerships.

  Unlike the changelings, we do not blood-ally ourselves to one another; fidelity is understood to be a fluid concept. ” By some.

  “That,” Tatiana said, putting down the stylus, “is why we’d make an unbeatable team. Neither one of us has any flaws in our Silence. ”

  Kaleb thought of the woman who slept in the house he’d built for her, of the man with a broken neck who had burned to ash in a crematorium incinerator hours ago, and knew his Silence was far more complex than Tatiana could imagine. “I insist on loyalty in my partners,” he said. “I do not believe you capable of it. ” Even Nikita, ruthless as she was, would not stab him in the back as long as he kept his end of their bargain.

  “I’ve never had a partner who deserved loyalty,” Tatiana responded. “You, however, would. ”

  “Now you flatter me. ”

  “Truth is the best defense. ” The stylus in her grasp again, tap-tapping. “What do you want in exchange for the item?”

  Chapter 16

  “NOTHING YOU CAN’T afford,” Kaleb said, his blood calm and as cold as death as he gave Tatiana more rope with which to hang herself. “A piece of information. ”

  She waited.

  “I want to know why you had the item in such a secure lockup in the first place. ” No privacy, no air, blinding light. “Backsight isn’t, after all, a particularly useful ability. ”

  “Backsight? You’ve lost me. ”

  Clever, so clever, not to fall for his trap. “Exactly. ” As if making a decision, he rose, doing up the buttons on his jacket as he did so. “It appears I was mistaken. The item isn’t yours—there is only one individual left to whom it could belong. ”

  Tatiana continued to maintain her relaxed pose, but he saw the fine lines form at the corners of her eyes. “Who?”

  “Anthony, of course,” he said, well aware Tatiana utilized NightStar’s forecasting services on a regular basis to increase the financial status of her empire. She could not afford to be blacklisted. Not only would it put her at a severe disadvantage in the Psy financial world, but her current investments would dive in value once the news leaked. And NightStar—Anthony—would make certain it did. The F-Psy clan understood loyalty, too, in a way Tatiana never would.

  The tapping paused, the tendons in Tatiana’s hand standing out against her skin. “No. ”

  “No?”

  Eyes connecting with his, chips of agate, she nodded at the chair. “Perhaps we can do business after all. ”

  “I’m glad to hear it. ” He sat down, waited.

  Tatiana took her time in replying. “I acquired the item intending to use it as a hostage should NightStar ever attempt to blacklist me, but it was never needed. ”

  A lie, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the confirmation.

  Tatiana gasped as she was shoved backward, her chair crashing to the floor as invisible manacles pinned her to the wall, her feet at least a half meter off the ground. One sleek black pump landed on the carpet with a dull thud, while the other drummed against the wall as she struggled to break free.

  He hadn’t expected such useless panic from Tatiana.

  Put immediately on alert by her uncharacteristic lack of control, he looked into his mind—and saw the insidious tendril that had already penetrated the first three layers of his shields. Slamming outward with violent force, he sealed up the surgical holes she’d created as a drop of blood, dark and viscous, dripped out of her nose.

  “Very smart. ” He’d made a near-fatal error in the grip of the black rage that lived below the shell of his Silence. Another half a minute and she’d have been inside his mind.

  “What do you want?” she said when her ruse failed to distract him, her body now motionless and her voice frigid.

  “I want to know why you took her,” he repeated, relaxing into the chair without ever taking one eye off his shields.

  “She’s malfunctioning, of no use to you. ”

  Kaleb sighed. “That’s not the question I asked. ”

  “You can’t kill me,” Tatiana said in that same icily composed tone. “Regardless of the rumors of the Council’s demise, the psychic shock wave caused by the death of another Councilor will cause the Net to destabilize to a dangerous extent, especially given the current violence. ”

  “Yes, that’s true. ” And Kaleb hadn’t yet decided if he wanted the Net to fracture on that level. “But there are worse things than death. ” With that, he used his telekinesis to dislocate her left knee the same way Sahara’s had once been dislocated, according to the information caught by the scanner when he’d inspected her for tracking devices.

  “I apologize,” he said after Tatiana stopped screaming. “Where were we? I believe you were about to answer my question. ”

  “She was given to me,” Tatiana gasped, her left knee beginning to swell up.

  “And who was your generous benefactor?”

  “You know. ”

  He didn’t bother to warn her this time, simply dislocated her left shoulder exactly as Sahara’s had been three years ago. That piece of information he’d gained when he pulverized the mind of the pathetic excuse for a male he’d executed in the kitchen. His lack of restraint had cost him a large amount of useful data; the guard’s mind had broken split seconds after Kaleb smashed through his shields, leaving Kaleb a very short window in which to sweep up information, but he found he felt no remorse.

  As he didn’t now, watching Tatiana’s head loll forward. She’d blacked out. “Weak,” he said, having stayed conscious through far worse as a seven-year-old. He gave her a minute, and when she didn’t awaken, picked up the glass of water on her desk without moving from his position in the chair and threw the contents into her face.

  She came to with a whimpering jerk, wet strands of hair sticking to her skin and a glint of fear in her eye. Her Silence might have been pristine until this moment, her will ruthless, but for all her deadly cunning and strength, Tatiana Rika-Smythe hadn’t been trained as Kaleb had been. She didn’t know how to hold on to the conditioning—or a convincing reproduction of it—in the face of excruciating pain, with no end in sight.

  Shivering from the onset of shock, she rasped out, “Santano Enrique gave her to me. ”

  Her answer was no surprise, but Kaleb had needed to hear it from her mouth. “Why?”

  “We were . . . partners of a kind. He respected my ambition, and I respected the fact he’d cut my throat if I ever turned that ambition in his direction. We trusted each other. ”

  It was the ugliest definition of trust he’d ever heard. “Did you know she was mine when you took her?”

  Tatiana shook her head. “No. I didn’t think he allowed you to pick victims. ”

  No, it wasn’t then that Santano had needed him. “What are you doing, Tatiana?” He shifted th
e majority of his attention to his own mind as several alarms activated at once and found a secondary, near-invisible telepathic worm seconds away from penetrating his final shield.

  His rebuff this time made blood vessels burst in her eyes, but she hissed out a breath, holding his gaze with the crimson of her own. “You aren’t unbeatable. I almost had you. ”

  “Almost is never good enough with someone like me, you know that. ” Shutting her up by constricting her diaphragm to the point that she had to shunt all her concentration toward the task of drawing in enough air to survive, he leaned back in the chair and said, “You never should have taken what was mine. ”

  Despite her diminished oxygen supply, Tatiana began to struggle in earnest, striking at him with aggressive telepathic blows as vehicles running dark screamed to a halt outside. “Calling in reinforcements? Tut-tut. ” With that, he walked unhurriedly around the desk and teleported them both out.

  The blackness inside the old cement bunker was broken up only by a single long-life bulb hanging from a rusty chain in the ceiling. The dull light didn’t penetrate the shadows that gathered in deep pockets around the circular room, but it was enough to illuminate the yellowed and stained concrete beneath the steel table on which he dumped Tatiana’s body, the shoe still on her foot clanking against the metal.

  Stepping back, he watched her struggle up into a sitting position and look carefully around. No feigned emotion, nothing but the frosty will of a woman who had always been able to negotiate or manipulate her way out of trouble. It was an admirable trait, one Kaleb appreciated for the way it would extend and intensify her torture.

  Tatiana would spend countless hours plotting escape, only to realize her hell was permanent.

  “What is this place?” she asked.

  “You don’t know?” He waited for her to discover what he’d done.

  It only took her a second. “Why can’t I access the PsyNet?” she asked in a tone an octave higher than her normal voice, the first true hint of panic she’d betrayed. “You have a shield over me. ”