Vasic merely shook his head. “Pure Psy.”
“A possible problem.” Aden sometimes wondered if he and Vasic hadn’t formed an inadvertent subconscious telepathic connection, they understood each other so effortlessly.
“Perhaps,” Vasic said with unerring accuracy, “it was when we were placed in training as children. Bonds are more easily formed prior to complete Silence.”
Aden preferred not to think about those days. A child was weak, simple to break. He was no longer that child.
“We will have to make a choice soon.”
Going down on his haunches, Vasic picked up a handful of sand, the silica catching the moonlight as it passed through his fingers. “Yes.”
What neither of them said was that it was a choice that might well change the face of the PsyNet forever.
When Rabbit took off a second later, Aden heard Vasic say, “I believe Rabbit is after one of his namesakes.”
Ivy’s shoulders relaxed.
“Oh, that’s all right. He never actually goes near them when he’s about to catch one.” Lowering her voice, she whispered, “We don’t speak about it, but I’m pretty sure Rabbit is a little scared of rabbits.”
Mine, she said, mind to mind. „You are mine. Every breath, every scar, every perfection, every flaw, every light, every darkness. It’s part of you, and it’s mine.” Vasic shuddered and collapsed onto her.
„The man I was, the man I am, the man I will be, the man I want to be, they all belong to you. Always.”