Free Mine to Possess by Nalini Singh Page B

them—changeling soldiers burn a lot of energy. The water’s infused with minerals and other stuff.”
    She nodded and took another delicious gulp. “Tastes good.”
    He tugged back her head with the hand he had in her hair. “What the hell was that about?”
    She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the complete truth but she forced herself to tell one. Her deadly little secret didn’t need to be revealed. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. “I told you, I hate violence,” she reminded him. “You went too far with that talk of warm blood.”
    His hand clenched in her hair before he released it, a penetrating expression on his face. “You had no trouble with discussing the dead boys.”
    She clutched at her stomach. “It’s psychological.” She stood her ground, knowing if she gave even an inch, Clay would walk straight over her. “Can we go? There’s…” She nodded at the people peering out the windows of a nearby apartment building.
    He ignored her request. “Why didn’t the Larkspurs take you to someone who could’ve helped you get a handle on these things?”
    â€œThey did.” She swung her legs back into the car and, closing her eyes, leaned her head against the seat. “I’m too screwed up to fix.”
    The passenger door slid shut and a second later, she felt Clay get back into the driver’s seat. “That’s a load of crap,” he said once he had them moving again. “You never were good at handling blood. You almost passed out that time I cut my knee on a fence.”
    Her gorge rose at even that harmless memory. Taking another drink, she focused on the piercing sparks of light exploding behind her eyelids. “I got worse. After.”
    Silence.
    Then, “After me or after him ?”
    â€œDoes it matter?” She realized she’d drained the water bottle.
    â€œI guess not. You’re still as fucked up.”
    It hurt. “Yeah.”
    He swore. “Jesus, Talin. Where’s your spine?”
    That made her eyes snap open. “You’re insulting me to get me to react? What the hell kind of a bedside manner is that?” Outraged, she chucked the empty bottle into the pristine backseat. “I almost threw up my guts and you—”
    â€œWhen did you become such a scared little mouse?” His tone was hard, his eyes trained on the road.
    â€œTrauma, Clay! I was traumatized. It had an effect.”
    â€œSo was I,” he said, merciless. “I didn’t deal by sticking my head in the sand.”
    She knew immediately that he wasn’t talking about the killing. “You saved me.”
    His laughter was harsh. “Years too late.”
    â€œNo.” She had to reach him, had to make him see. “Orrin never tried to choke me before.” He’d wanted to watch the life leave her eyes, just like he’d done with those other girls he’d buried.
    â€œHe abused you, Talin. Hurt you, touched you, made you suffer through things no little girl should have to endure. So what if he saved the brutal murder for your eighth birthday! I fucking should have stopped him long before that!”
    â€œI never told you,” she cried. “And you were a child, too.”
    â€œI should have known. I’m a cat—I could smell him on you.”
    â€œHe was my foster parent. I remember you telling me you could smell their parents on all the kids.”
    He didn’t respond. She stared at the dark stubble along his jaw, at the ebony silk of his hair. He was so close and yet she didn’t dare touch him. “Clay?” Talk to me, please, she wanted to beg. He had always spoken to her, even if he didn’t to anyone else.
    His fingers clenched on the steering wheel. “Tell me about your life with the Larkspurs.”
    Relieved, she took a deep, shuddering breath. “They’re farmers, all of them. Well, Dixie isn’t, but