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He wasn't, however, alone.

He could hear breathing-quiet but jagged. As if the other person was trying to maintain silence, was unable to do so for reasons Aden couldn't yet identify.

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Remaining exactly where he was, he scanned outward with his telepathic senses. The pain was blinding, the agony leaving his vision white. Controlling his breathing and his body through sheer strength of will, he fisted his hand, gritted his teeth, and made a second attempt, this time to reach the PsyNet, the sprawling psychic network that connected all Psy in the world but for the renegades. A Net connection would give him a viable way to alert the squad about his capture. The backlash of pain almost led to a blackout.

Quietly lifting his arm when he could function again, white spots burning in his vision, he reached to the back of his head and the center of the starburst of pain. He expected to find blood-matted hair that denoted a cracked skull. What he discovered instead was a raised bump close to the lowest part of his skull, near the area that housed the cerebellum and beyond it, the brain stem. No, it wasn't a bump but a scar-it shouldn't have been there and it still felt tender.

That wasn't the only anomaly. From the dryness in his throat and the stiffness of his limbs, Aden calculated that he must've been unconscious for hours. Long enough for the squad to realize he was missing and to locate him. Vasic alone should've been able to accomplish that. Except it appeared even the best teleporter in the Net hadn't been able to lock on to his face, using it as an anchor to get to him. The only other times Vasic had failed to lock on to people was when those individuals had created complex shields designed specifically to thwart teleporters capable of locking on to people rather than simply places, or if the individual concerned didn't know his or her own identity-such as those whose minds were broken.

Aden's mind was whole, but whatever it was that had been done to his brain via the barely healed incision he'd discovered, it had screwed up his psychic wiring. Vasic's absence told Aden his psychic signature must've also been affected on a deep level.

He knew of no surgical technique-or technology-that could achieve that aim without a full psychic brainwipe, but he didn't make the mistake of thinking he knew everything.

He ran a mental checklist of his body and the items on it. All his weapons were gone, as were his belt and his boots. Whoever was behind this had been thorough. Having maintained an ear on the other person breathing in the room, he crawled silently toward the rasp of sound.

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His cellmate hadn't moved the entire time, and there was something in the unsteady rhythm of the breathing that had him certain the individual was hurt. With his eyes having adapted to darkness ameliorated only by a thin edge of light that came in under what must be a door, he could see that his cellmate's body lay in a corner of the windowless room-as if it had been thrown there.

That body was small and with the wrong proportions to be a man. Either a child or a woman. Close enough now to see the curve of her hip, the fine line of her jaw, he realized it was a woman. A woman who smelled of blood.

He moved his hand to her face, brushed away the dark curls that were impossibly soft. No tools or weapons. They even took my boots.

When he pushed up the long-sleeved black top that hugged her body, she didn't protest. Her skin was clammy under his touch, and though he felt the edges of a bandage, it had clearly been an inexpert job-blood had soaked through, was continuing to do so. I've been cut, something done to my brain. I'm psychically blind. Any attempt to use those abilities results in extreme pain. Their unknown captors had the technology to do brain surgery advanced enough to block psychic abilities, yet they'd left Zaira badly hurt and in pain?

One entered the room earlier, said, 'He'll talk or we hurt her,' to another individual. You never have been. I need to be able to count on you when we escape. I'm weak, will slow you down. You'll do better on your own.

Leaning in until their noses almost touched, until she could see his eyes as he could see the jet-black darkness of hers, he said, "I don't leave my people behind. And not because her own Silence was flawless.

The truth was that Zaira had never needed Silence. What had been done to her in childhood had caused her to retreat deep into her psyche, shoving her emotions into a dark hole in a bid to survive. In their place had grown an iron will and a harshly practical mind. Silence had only ever been a tool she used to create a civilized shell. Without it, she was close to feral but no less ruthless, her brain having learned long ago to put survival above all else. It made her the perfect soldier.

Some would say it also made her a psychopath, but they didn't understand-unlike a psychopath, Zaira had the capacity to feel the full range of emotions. Star Wars: Munchkin Fluxx Magic the Gathering. Vinyl Pussel.

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Logga in. Shards of Hope Av: Nalini Singh Del 14 av 15 i serien Psy-Changeling. But when the lethal soldiers break free from their mysterious prison, they find themselves in a harsh, inhospitable landscape far from civilization.

Their only hope for survival is to make it to the hidden home of a predatory changeling pack that doesn't welcome outsiders. And they must survive.

A shadowy enemy has put a target on the back of the Arrow squad, an enemy that cannot be permitted to succeed in its deadly campaign. Aden will cross any line to keep his people safe for this new future, where even an assassin might have hope of a life beyond blood and death and pain. Zaira has no such hope. She knows she's too damaged to return from the abyss.

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