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The Psy are perfect in their Silence.
Lucas looked across at the icy perfection of Sascha Duncan and wished he knew what it was about her that was bugging the hell out of him.
“I’m not your darling.” As soon as the words were out, her soul froze. No Psy would’ve ever risen to the bait.
“Be very careful of people like me.” It was a soft, sincere warning. “We don’t know how to play nice.”
“I wish you’d love me.” “Why?” “Because then maybe you could protect me, too.” Haunting sorrow whispered through her tone.
Unused to sensation, she was close to becoming a slave to it, the fantasies she’d indulged in during sleep leeching into her waking life.
