rather than lose her position of power.
Those who felt emotion were the enemy . . . and enemies were to be shown no pity.
âHeâs extremely intelligent,â she said, amazed at her own understatement. Lucas was one of the smartest, coolest negotiators sheâd ever met. âEach and every unit has been presold.â
âSo he gets his ten million.â
âOur profits will be substantial despite thatâthereâs a huge shortage in the market.â
âAre you suggesting we do another deal with them?â
âIâd wait a while. We donât know if we can work with them in the long term.â All she knew was that sheâd betray herself if she dealt with Lucas and his people for any length of time. Today sheâd had to change her boots. Tomorrow she might have to change her entire personality. It was impossible to be around the vibrant life of the leopards and not hunger to live like them.
Then there was Lucas.
He was the first male sheâd ever met who sent her hormones into complete overdrive. Her years of Psy training felt like nothing when she was with him. The worst thing was, she didnât care.
âI agree,â Nikita said. âLetâs see if they deliver.â
âI have little doubt they will. Mr. Hunter doesnât strike me as the kind of man who leaves things unfinished.â
âI found out something very interesting about our new partners while you were gone.â Nikitaâs slender fingers pulled up some data using the computerâs touch screen. âIt appears that the DarkRiver-SnowDancer pact goes much deeper than is common knowledge. The SnowDancers have a twenty percent stake in a lot of DarkRiver projects.â
Sascha wasnât surprised. In spite of his lazy charm, Lucas was iron-willed enough to impress even the most ruthless. âIs it reciprocal?â
âYes. DarkRiver owns twenty percent in a commensurate number of SnowDancer projects.â
âAn alliance based on shared territory and shared business profits.â It was a unique situation for the predatory changelings, notorious for their turf wars. That weakness made it easy for the Psy to manipulate them. All they had to do to create conflict was manufacture a territorial transgression. But Sascha had a feeling that things were changingâand most of her people were just too caught up in their sense of superiority to notice.
âDonât let your guard down around Hunter.â
âYes, Mother.â Sascha had every intention of following Nikitaâs advice. Lucas was not simply an alpha leopard, he was a highly sensual male. It was the latter that terrified her. Something in her flawed psyche reacted to him on the most visceral level.
After much thought, sheâd decided that the only way to get rid of the voracious need pushing at her shields was to indulge it in a safe environment. The actual event couldnât be that difficultâsheâd done her research, memorized several books of positions and skills.
Her heartbeat staggered at the thought of what she was considering, throwing doubt on her certainties. What if it didnât work? What if a taste made her crave more?
Impossible, she told herself. She wasnât that far gone, not yet completely lost. She was still Psy, still cardinal. It was all she knew how to be.
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Lucas met with his sentinels late that night. Sprawled around his lair, Nate, Vaughn, Clay, Mercy, and Dorian were the toughest members of the pack. In a one-on-one fight, every one of them would lose to him. But together they were formidable. As heâd told Sascha, if he broke vital Pack laws theyâd take him down. Until then, they were his absolutely.
Not all pack alphas commanded such pure loyalty, but heâd earned his, earned it in the bloodiest, most terrible of ways. A fist squeezed his heart as memories of his parents awakened. It was always worse at this time of year, the