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teeth. Then he was gone, a blur so fast she barely caught the movement. Alone again, she shivered in the chill of the night and wrapped her arms around her pack. Would he come back? What if someone else found her here? The possibility of being surrounded by more of those cats made her reconsider the logic of what she was doing. They were unquestionably not Psy; therefore the rules she’d based her preparations on didn’t apply.
    Pressing hard against the tree, Faith waited. She had no other option.
     
    Vaughn walked out of the bedroom and into the living room of the aerie wearing only a faded pair of jeans. He held her watch in his hand. “It doesn’t have a tracker.”
    Lucas frowned and reached out to take it. Vaughn felt the irrational urge to keep the slim metallic band for himself, a surge of possessiveness so unusual that it startled him. He handed it over.
    “Let me see.” Sascha peered at it from beside her mate. “It’s relatively ordinary as far as Psy timepieces are concerned.” She took it from Lucas and looked at the back. “Not engraved with any family designation.”
    “I thought you might be able to pick up something from it.”
    Sascha shook her head. “My psychometric skills are growing but this is too cold. I don’t think your Psy places much emotional importance on it.”
    The oddness of the statement wasn’t lost on any of the three. The Psy placed no emotional importance on anything.
    “You said she came out of that compound in Tahoe you were asking about?”
    “Scaled the fence like she didn’t want anyone to see.” He retrieved the watch, hiding it away in his pocket. Where no one else could touch it.
    “I didn’t think you Psy were much into the physical,” Lucas said, and there was a vein of sensual teasing in the words that Vaughn felt as sharply as a knife blade, though he’d never before been affected by the open sexuality of the pack’s mated pairs.
    “Why don’t we discuss it tonight, hmm?” Sascha leaned her back against Lucas’s chest. “But that is unusual—did she do it with any skill?”
    “Smooth as a cat.” It was the highest compliment Vaughn knew how to give. “Like she’d done it before.”
    “Odd. And she said she wanted to see me?”
    “Yes.” There was no way Vaughn was going to take Sascha out there and he knew Lucas wouldn’t allow it either. Psy couldn’t be trusted. Not even pretty redheaded Psy with skin as soft as cream.
    Sascha’s night-sky eyes unfocused for an eerie second. “What did she look like?”
    “Red hair.” He’d never seen hair that deeply red, that luxuriously silky. The cat had wanted to play with it while the man had wanted to do much, much more intimate things. “Cardinal eyes.”
    Sascha stood up ruler-straight. “It can’t be. Impossible.”
    Both men watched as she started to pace around the aerie. Vaughn felt Lucas’s possessiveness as if it were a physical being between them and for the first time, he saw a glimmer of where that emotion might spring from.
    “What is it, Sascha?” Lucas caught her around the waist as she passed.
    She leaned into the embrace. “I could be wrong, but red hair is common in one particular family in this area of the Psy. The NightStar line has an unusually high incidence of the recessive gene.” Sascha sounded utterly Psy at that moment. That was to be expected. She hadn’t been cat for much more than a few months. It would take time.
    “NightStar line?” Lucas played his fingers through her hair.
    “They’re a group of related families who operate under the PsyClan NightStar.”
    “You said PsyClans were utilized by F-Psy.” Vaughn crossed his arms, his fingers tingling with the urge to know what it would be like to comb through the flame-red silk of a woman who climbed as well as any she-cat he knew.
    She nodded. “The NightStar family has a history of producing F-Psy. They’re rare, but NightStar has always had at least one in every generation. Some weak, some