of a relationship by involving you in my problems.â
âLeave my relationships to me.â
Her insides twisted. âFine.â
Clay waited. Juvie had been hell, but it had taught him to contain emotion, to hold his anger inside until it was neededâthen use it like a weapon. The Psy scientists who had come to observe âcaptive animal behaviorâ had been his unwitting teachers.
At the time, heâd been the lone predatory changeling under long-term incarcerationâchangeling packs usually dealt with their own without Enforcement involvement. But not only had Clay not had a pack, heâd crossed a racial boundary in his crime. Orrin had been human.
Yet instead of subjecting him to hard study and learning thingsâthings that could have given the Psy Council an edge in the cold war it was currently waging against the changelingsâthe Psy had treated him as a curiosity, an animal behind bars. It was the animal who had watched and learned. Now he watched as Talin shifted from foot to foot before folding her arms around herself again.
âI work with kids in San Francisco,â she said without warning. âIâve been doing it ever since I graduated. But not here. I was in New York until the start of this year.â
âIs one of them in danger?â He felt the embers of his fury flare into life at the realization that sheâd been in his territory for close to three months. All those times he had caught a hint of her scent in Chinatown or down by Fishermanâs Wharf, only to find himself trailing a stranger; heâd thought it a sign he really had gone over the edge.
âNot like that.â Dropping her arms, she looked at his eyes, which heâd allowed to go night-glow. âClay, please. Stop doing the cat thing and come out so I can see your face.â
âNo.â He wasnât ready to show her anything. âDid you know I was in the city?â
âNot at first. I had no way to track you after you got out of juvie.â She kicked at the grass. âThen one day, a few weeks ago, I thought I saw you. Drove me crazyâI thought I was hallucinating, making up fantasies of what you wouldâve looked like as an adult.â
He didnât respond, despite the near-echo of his earlier thoughts.
She blew out a breath. âI swearââ The abrasive sound of teeth grinding against each other. âI went back to where I thought Iâd seen you, realized it was the DarkRiver business HQ, and looked them up on the Internet. I still wasnât sureâthere was no photo and you changed your last name to Bennett.â
It had been a way to drop off the face of the world, to lose any simmering media attention. But over the years, it had become his name. âWeâll talk about you tracking me later,â he said, cold fire burning a hole in his gut. âFirst, tell me why you need my help.â
âIf youâre trying to scare me, itâs working. That doesnât mean Iâm going to cut and run.â
In that bravado-filled challenge, he caught another fleeting glimpse of the girl sheâd been. The day they had met, sheâd sat there beside him, wide-eyed and terrified to her tiny toes, but stubborn enough not to leave till the paramedics came. âWhy not?â he said, shifting his anger into sarcasm. âYouâre real good at it.â
She raised her face to the canopy and took a deep breath, as if trying to hold on to her temper. He wondered if sheâd succeed. His Tally had always been very quietâ¦except with him. He alone had known that she was neither shy nor particularly calm. The girl had a temper like a stick of dynamite. Quick to heat, quick to blow over.
âKids are disappearing, not only here but across the country,â she now said, her anger red-hot, but no longer directed at him. âAt first, they were labeled runaways, but I knew some of them. They werenât
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