Mine to Possess

"I'm sorry, Talin." There was no laughter in Tamsyn's gentle voice. "I was only thinking of what Clay would say if he heard you two."



Talin kept her attention on Faith. "What are you, a telekinetic or something?" she asked, very aware of being outside the closed circle of Clay's new family.



Faith's eyes were intent, eerie in their focus. "I see the future."



"You're an F-Psy?" A being so rare that Talin didn't know anyone who had ever actually met one. "A cardinal F-Psy?"



"Yes. Believe me when I tell you - the things I see, they're not for the weak."



"I take back the crack about you being fragile then," she said. "But friend or not, you have no right to get between me and Clay." She might be a puny, powerless human, but just let anyone, even a cardinal, try to keep her from Clay.



"You and Clay. So there is a relationship?"



"Yes." With that single word, Talin felt a fundamental shift inside of herself. "If you have something to say about that, say it to my face instead of dancing around it."



Tamsyn's needles stopped completely, but Faith didn't flinch. "I see the future. Sometimes, I see things about people who matter to me."



That destroyed Talin's anger as nothing else could have done. "What?" she whispered. "What do I do to Clay?"



"I don't know." Faith's response was quiet, her voice so crystal clear it reminded Talin of Jon's. "But what I do know is that the future hasn't yet changed."



"What does that mean?" She wanted to shake the foreseer, make her stop talking in riddles.



"It means that whatever you are, you're not yet the woman who'll stop him from crossing the final line...from losing his humanity."



Chapter 22



Max turned to block the attack an instant too late.



They fell on him in a sadistic swarm, kicking and punching. They didn't yell, didn't scream, and their utter silence was a threat in itself. He fought back, but there were too many. After a while, his world narrowed down to a repetitive chorus.



The thud of flesh on flesh, the rasp of skin against the asphalt, heavy, pained breaths. A trickle of warm blood down his face.



The sound of a gun being fired. Then...nothing.



Chapter 23



Clay took one look at Talin's face when she came downstairs into the kitchen and knew she'd gone head to head with Faith. She stopped with a good foot of space between them. Scowling, he closed the distance and took her stiff, cold hand. When she tried to pull it away, he had to remind himself to act civilized. "I thought we were friends."



That made her press her lips tight, but she stopped fighting him.



"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Silence. "Fine. I'll ask Faith."



Her eyes narrowed. "Are you in love with her?"



Where the hell did women get ideas like this? "She's Vaughn's mate."



"So?"



"So, what?" Clay shoved a hand through his hair. "Meddling in each other's business is what packmates do. I don't like it much, but you learn to live with it."



"She thinks she has rights over you."



Now this was interesting. "Your possessive side is showing again, Tally."



"Stop it." She tugged at her hand.



He refused to let go. "She does have rights over me," he said. "Just like I have rights over Sascha or Tamsyn. It's about looking after your own. They're Pack."



"And I'm not."



"Not yet." Wanting to possess her until his scent was a permanent marker on her skin, he pulled her toward the door. "Come on, we need to get to this meeting on time."



They were there in plenty of time as it turned out. Entering the restaurant, Clay let Talin talk. She'd been quiet on the ride over and he knew her well enough to know she was working things through in her own head. That could be dangerous, but he was playing for keeps and he wasn't going to lie to her. Distract while he persuaded, but never lie.



"We're here to meet someone," she told the maitre d'.



The rigid man looked first at Talin's jeans and the thin V-necked sweater she'd pulled on over her top, before moving to Clay in his jeans and white T-shirt. "I believe you have the wrong establishment," he suggested, his nose so high, it was a wonder he was able to see them over it. "The nearest bar is two blocks over."



Clay waited to see what Talin would do. He could almost see the steam coming out her ears. "Where's the nearest unemployment office?" Saccharine sweet and oh-so-innocent. God, she turned him on when she got all pissy like that.



"I'm sure I wouldn't know." A sniff.



"You will pretty soon if this is the way you treat your guests." Her voice turned to steel. "I could be anyone."



The man smirked. "Your clothes give you away, my dear. If you're going to play in grounds above your station, I suggest you get a better costume. And," he sneered, "a more refined companion."



That last made Tally narrow her eyes. "Why, you stiff-necked prick. My companion is worth a thousand of an arrogant snob like you."



Clay was enjoying this but no one insulted Talin in front of him. "Hey, Tally."



She glanced over her shoulder. "What?" Her tone was close to a snarl.



"You think I should show him how refined I can be?" A quick flash of lengthening canines, eyes cat-green.



The maitre d's face went white behind her.



Clay barely held back his laughter.



Talin smacked his arm. "Behave, you're not helping." She returned her attention to the maitre d'. "Now, where were we - Are you all right? You look very pale."



"I'm, uh, fine." His fear an astringent irritant to Clay's senses, the maitre d' ran his finger along the screen of his little computer tablet. "Who did you say you were meeting?"



"Mr. Devraj Santos."



The man's voice was reedy when he spoke. "Mr. Santos booked one of our private dining rooms. If you'll follow me."



Clay put his hand on Talin's lower back as they climbed the stairs behind the other man. "I don't think he likes me," he whispered in her ear.



"I thought I told you to behave," she hissed. "Why did he react like that?"



"Because" - he pressed a kiss to her jaw, sensing her amused mood - "he figured out that I was a big, bad pussycat."



Halting, she glared at him but it was without heat. "This is a leopard town - they should be used to you. What do you guys do to people who cross you?"



"We don't eat them...well, not often," he teased. "But a reputation is a handy thing." The reality was that people were starting to realize the cats controlled several major parts of the city. "We have massive clout." However, since DarkRiver was a disciplined unit, not a band of thugs, they didn't, as a rule, go around flaunting that power.



On the other hand, an occasional reminder by one of the senior pack members - as he'd given tonight - ensured no one got complacent. That happened, other predators would start trying to move in, human, changeling, and Psy. "They know we can make life difficult."



"Like the mafia?" Reaching out, she fixed his hair, tone affectionate.



He preened under the attention. "Hey, we don't ask for protection money." And they didn't pursue petty vengeance, but the maitre d' didn't know that. "Plus, cement shoes are so last century."



"You're terrible," she whispered, and started climbing again. "You scared that poor man half to death."



"He deserved it." He squeezed her hip with his hand, wondering if she really was against biting - 'cause he was dying to test his teeth against the sweet temptation of her butt. "No one except me gets to be mean to you."



She rolled her eyes, but he saw her fighting a smile. "Ditto, kitty cat." That smile peeked out at his scowl. "It was kind of funny, but I'll deny that if you ever call me on it."



When they cleared the steps, it was to find the maitre d' standing in front of an open door midway down the hall. "If you would like to wait inside," he said, careful to keep his distance from Clay, "I'll show Mr. Santos up as soon as he arrives."



"Thank you," Talin said.



Clay paused long enough to give the other man the cool smile of a predator on the hunt before Talin dragged him inside and shut the door. "Enough."



Liking the fact that she was comfortable enough to give him orders, he searched the room for a secondary exit. The window was high but more than big enough. He could climb out with Talin on his back. Satisfied, he walked back to where she stood against the door.



"Most people don't react as badly as that guy," he said, bracing his arms palms down on either side of her head. He left enough room that she didn't feel trapped, but still, his leopard purred when she remained in place. "He must be one of those humans who thinks of us as animals. Probably waiting for me to order live venison."



"Don't take that high-and-mighty tone." She poked a finger into his chest. "Unless you don't know of any changelings who think of humans as prey."



He winced. "You're right. Some of the predatory species tend to lump humans in the same group as cattle and deer." Prey, kept safe only because even in animal form, a changeling's mind was half man.



"What do you think?" she asked, tone arch.



"I think I don't want to feel the sharp edge of your tongue." Pushing off the door, he walked to the western side of the square table and pulled out a chair. It was a position that would allow him to keep an eye on both exits. "A seat, my lady."



She wandered over, looked him up and down. "Funny, you look like Clay."



He jerked up his chin in a silent question.



"You're being charming."



If she knew the control it was taking to keep the brutal possessiveness of his nature from taking over, she would've been terrified. His hands clenched on the back of the chair as she sat, the high tail of her hair brushing over his fingers. Though he knew she didn't consciously realize it, her acceptance of the seat - of allowing him behind her - was an act of primal trust, baring as it did the vulnerable nape of her neck.