Hostage to Pleasure

Faith got up. "You saved their lives."



Sascha shook her head as they walked into the room where all three - Dorian, Ashaya, and Amara - lay. "It would've been too little too late if Ashaya hadn't held on for those first critical moments." She broke away to go to Dorian's side. Her fingers trembled as she brushed his hair off his forehead. "He came within a second of dying."



Chapter 46



She's injured, extremely vulnerable, but we can't reach her. I'd suggest waiting - if the Council backs off, the changelings will drop their guard. We can take her then. If she dies, we move on. We still have the drug.



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"She wouldn't have let him," Lucas said, touching Ashaya's face with his palm. It was a gesture of acceptance, as well as an alpha's offer of protection. "Dorian's mate is a strong woman."



Sascha nodded but her heartbeat was ragged. Because lying there, Ashaya looked very small, her color faded, her body almost lifeless. "Tammy?" The changeling healer could do more than any medical doctor - for Dorian at least. But Ashaya was connected to him, so if he improved, so would she.



"Should be here soon," Vaughn answered from the doorway, having come in to hug Faith. "She and Nate were on their way to drop the cubs at playgroup when I called."



After Vaughn left to take up his watch again, Faith sat down on a chair beside Ashaya's bed. "When I saw the shooting, it was strange - one of those new visions."



Sascha perched on Dorian's bed, holding his hand. Faith had curled her own hand around Ashaya's. Letting them know they weren't alone. It mattered, Pack mattered. "One of the ones that's not clear-cut?"



Faith nodded, but waited as Lucas made a motion to head out the door. "I'm going to check the body." His mouth was a flat line.



"Mercy tore out the assassin's throat," Faith murmured.



"Saves me having to do the job." With that, Lucas was gone.



"She took her cue from Dorian," Faith explained to Sascha, having heard this from Mercy when the sentinel first arrived at the hospital, "began running as soon as he did. She was right behind the shooter, managed to use her claws to bring him down."



Sascha was an E-Psy, but she couldn't find any pity in her heart for the shooter. Because that man had hurt her family, her pack. "Good." A pause to get her anger under control. "Tell me about the vision."



"I saw the shooting," Faith said with the quiet strength of an F-Psy who saw more than most people could imagine. "Then there was a sort of grayness that came down across it all, a kind of misty fog. I could hear garbled voices, glimpse bits and pieces of movement, but nothing concrete."



"Things in flux." Sascha looked from the fallen sentinel to his mate. Then her eyes drifted beyond. Releasing Dorian's hand, she walked over to Amara Aleine's bed. "Ashaya had to choose, that's why. If she hadn't accepted the bond, we'd have lost him."



She forced herself to take Amara's hand. Whatever she was, she was also a sentient being. And, "She made a choice, too," she said, trying to order the fragments of memory. It had been chaos in the Web of Stars as the mating bond snapped into place, then dragged Amara in with it. "She tried to save Ashaya." Amara had been ready to sacrifice her own life for her twin's.



A broken kind of love, but love nonetheless.



"Forecasting stock reports was never this heartbreaking." Faith rubbed at her temples again. "I almost forgot - in the last vision I had, before the grayness came down, I saw Amara, too. The darkness around her - the taint of the DarkMind - it was gone."



Sascha closed her eyes. "I can see her in the Net, and you're right - there's nothing sticking to her."



They both considered that. Faith blew out a breath. "The other man I saw. He was always a killer - the DarkMind only made him worse."



"Amara's never killed," Sascha murmured.



"So now, is she - "



"Good?" Sascha shook her head. "No, there's still an emptiness in her, still the presence of the seed the DarkMind used to get into her psyche. But... let's just wait and see."



Faith nodded. "Why do you think the DarkMind couldn't follow her into our web? The NetMind can." Sascha saw Faith realize the answer even as she spoke. "Because it's caged. The Psy do everything to contain their darker emotions, and so the DarkMind is trapped."



"Yes." Something else clicked in Sascha's brain. "I wondered how Ashaya managed to remain undiscovered in the Net, especially after she met Dorian. The mating dance simply doesn't allow for emotional distance."



"So why wasn't the force of it leaking out into the Net and giving her away?" Faith's eyes shifted from night-sky to obsidian. "Of course. If some sets of twins are becoming direct reflections of the twinning in the Net, and the DarkMind is attached to Amara - "



" - then the NetMind is attached to Ashaya. It's probably protected her for a long time. It's why no one ever saw her as a rebel threat." Sascha looked at the two women lying in adjoining beds. Identical and yet not. Twin expressions of the split in the PsyNet. It made her wonder if reconciliation was even possible. Or had the Net been irrevocably damaged?



Dorian came awake to the awareness that he was surrounded by Pack. They were everywhere in the air around him. But cutting through that familiar warmth was a shining presence that sang to his soul. His leopard uncurled and he turned his head. "Shaya." There she was, so beautiful.



Her color vibrant, she lay curled up on her side, head pillowed on one hand. Sleeping. Safe. His remembered terror at seeing the gunman inches from her face made him want to bare his teeth and growl. Unable to lie still, he struggled to sit up. He was mildly surprised when no one jumped out to stop him. Taking advantage of his good fortune, he swung his legs over the side of the bed.



His legs held after a couple of shaky seconds. He found himself wearing a pair of dark sweatpants, nothing on top. There was a bandage on his neck, but he could tell the wound was almost gone. Medical magic, he guessed.



When he reached Ashaya, he saw she'd been clothed in soft blue flannel pajamas. He just wanted to get in that bed and hold her. Then his senses alerted him to the woman who slept on the third bed in the room. She was dressed in pale yellow and lay on her back. Part of him he hadn't even known was wound up, relaxed.



Ashaya would've been devastated if she'd lost her twin.



Aching with the need to touch her, he was about to hop into Ashaya's bed when his luck ran out. A tall redhead with worry carved into her skin walked into the room, took one look at him, and yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Then she ran up, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him full on the lips.



"God damn it," she whispered as she drew back. "You fucking took ten years off my life."



"Sorry, Merce." He tugged at one of her loose curls. "Did you kill him?"



"Of course I did. Ripped out his throat." She brushed at her eyes with the backs of her hands. "Son of a bitch was dead before he hit the ground."



"And Keenan?"



"No problems. Sascha said Ashaya protected him instinctively - he didn't feel a thing. Now that he can see his mom in the Web, he's as happy as a clam up there with the wolves." A sniff, another rub of her eyes. "We haven't been able to contact your folks."



Relief whispered through him. "Good. They'll take it better if I'm healthy when I tell them."



"That's what I thought." She tapped her finger on Ashaya's mattress. "So you got mated to a Psy."



Mate, he thought and there she was, a link tied straight to his heart. "Yeah."



"Surprise."



Something in her tone made him tear his eyes away from Ashaya's sleeping face. "Merce?" His stomach tightened. "You're not - I mean - " He was suddenly tongue-tied. Mercy had been his best friend forever. Shit, she'd helped him pull more pranks than he could name. "Does it bother you that I'm mated?"



She rolled her eyes and punched him on the shoulder, then steadied him when he swayed. "No, you buffoon. If I'd wanted you, I'd have made my move years ago."



"Hey. I'm injured." Leaning against Ashaya's bed, he pretended to rub his shoulder. "But thank the sweet Lord. I'd hate to think of you carrying around a torch for me. Sorry, Carrot, but I don't see you as a woman."



"Yeah, that's the problem." She snorted. "If you promise not to move after you get in bed with her, I'll leave you to make cow eyes at your mate." It was said with affectionate humor.



He wanted to do exactly that, but Ashaya was still asleep and he'd known Mercy since before they were both out of diapers. "You might as well tell me what's bugging you, or I won't make you godmother to our kids."



"You heard that?" Her eyes widened and she swallowed. "Shit, Dorian, don't ever do that again. You bled all over my best pair of pants."



He had no memory of hearing her words, not consciously. "Stop stalling."



"Oh, Jesus, fine." She rolled her eyes, cheeks a little pink. "It's weirding me out because now that you're mated, it takes care of the last male in the pack with the same or stronger dominance as me. I don't want you. But it was nice knowing that at least one strong male was unmated." Mercy had honestly never had the hots for Dorian. He was undeniably pretty, but he was her friend and colleague. End of story.



Now he blinked those surfer blue eyes. "Huh. Yeah, guess I never thought about that. I don't suppose you like BDSM?"



"What?"



"You know, you could crack the whip - " He didn't even try to avoid her second careful punch on his shoulder, he was laughing so hard. When he finally caught his breath, he grabbed her hand and tugged her close. "There are other packs, you know. You could ask Luc to arrange a short transfer."