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create their own families. The Cinders numbered fifteen on site, another three, like Daisy, lived mostly on their own, but the ties never went away.
    This situation might call for pulling in all their resources. They couldn’t send Daisy in there alone. She had a mighty talent and could take care of herself, but against twenty-five, even his banshee might fall into a trap.
    With a shudder, he rubbed across his chest to ease a pang.
    No way could he let her walk into that camp.
    With a flick of the mouse, he brought up his messaging window and punched at the keyboard.
     
    Sean: This mission is suicide
    Ray: Have confidence in our girl
    Sean: She’s not your girl. She’s mine
    Ray: Then do something about it
     
    The pang in his chest twisted and took his breath. He flexed his shaking fingers and stabbed at the keyboard.
     
    Sean: No time for that old argument. I won’t send her in
    Ray: She’ll go. She’s seen the surveil
    Sean: No
    Ray: She’s the only one can block a mind probe
    Sean: No. I can. I’ll go
    Ray: Can’t let you do that, my friend
     
    Their other old argument came back to bite him on the ass. He’d always insisted his inability to hear the world around him meant he couldn’t go out there. Ray’d pushed until he finally gave in, allowed Sean to pretty much seclude himself in the CTF compound. But now he needed to keep Daisy safe.
     
    Sean: She’ll never make it out of there
    Ray: You know she can defend herself
    Sean: She doesn’t like to do that
    Ray: She uses her talent if she has to
     
    He was breathing hard, the rapid back and forth made his fingers tense over the keyboard. If cornered, Daisy would let loose her wail. Maybe she could get in and out of there, but the cost could be high. All those gathering rogues might not be lost causes. She could kill them all in a matter of seconds. He’d be barraged with the images of that and it would kill her to live with the aftermath. And, maybe more importantly, they needed them alive to find out why they’d gathered.
     
    Sean: If she loses control of her emotions, she won’t be able to stop herself
    Ray: You know how to control her
     
    Unable to read the last line again, Sean put his face in his hands. He pushed back in his chair and lunged to his feet. When he passed through his small living room and out into the hallway, he stopped cold. He should wait here, in his room. He shouldn’t go downstairs.
    Every time he touched her clothes, a little bit of him died. This last year, he’d picked up on increasing tension in her. Pulling in the banshee had become increasingly harder. To compensate, she’d taken to more blatant behavior, hitting the bars even more frequently. If not for his work with his other recruits, he’d have lost it by now.
    He’d wanted to lock her in her room—with him inside—and throw away the key. He couldn’t let that happen. First, there was the insurmountable problem that if he joined talents with her, he’d scramble her brains.
    When he entered a brain telepathically, he burned neurons and paths. The one time he’d done so, before he learned to control it, he’d driven an innocent teacher insane. He’d only wanted to see if he could learn the texts by pulling it from her. He lived with that guilt every day, but the worst was the first time he’d seen Daisy. Before she’d turned to see him enter the room, he’d fallen into her. He hadn’t been able to control it. Some thread of connection snapped, and in his shock, he was able to stumble away. It scared the living hell out of him. He’d run and never stopped—never getting too close to her again.
    The other reason he couldn’t join talents with her was simpler. She’d see him for what he was—a nobody with a handicap, a chip on his shoulder and a real problem leaving the walls of this house.
    In a sense, he did leave this house. When they linked, she took him outside into the world and into the racket of the crowds and civilization. Twisted as it was,