"That's what Clay said." She smiled at the memory of his tenderness, even as fear twisted up her gut. A sharp whistle made her look up. Dorian blew her a kiss. She scowled, but she was charmed. "That man is too gorgeous for his own good."
"He's different when you're around, you know."
"I don't understand."
"He flirts with you."
Talin colored. "He flirts with you, too."
"I'm his alpha's mate. I'm still not quite sure what that means to the unmated males, but it gives me a unique status in terms of what they expect and what they'll accept from me, affectionwise."
"He doesn't seem hesitant about touching," Talin ventured, having learned how important tactile contact was to changelings. As it was to her. To her surprise, she craved touch, could laze there like a cat herself and let Clay stroke her all day long. The image made her body melt.
"No, but this is the first time I've seen him act the way he does with you - he treats Brenna like a sister, Rina, too."
"What about Mercy and Tammy?"
"Mercy's not a woman," Sascha said, then laughed at Talin's look. "Not to Lucas and the others. She's a sentinel before anything else, and she'd be the first one to remind you of that. As for Tammy, Dorian's known her since childhood, but you, he treats like a woman. All that charm..." She shook her head. "I had no idea he could be like that."
"He knows I'm with Clay," Talin felt compelled to point out. "It's not anything - "
"Oh, no, that's not what I meant," Sascha interrupted. "Dorian would never poach, and if anyone else tried, he'd shred them on Clay's behalf, no thanks required."
Talin grinned at the cardinal's arch tone. "That's what I thought. Maybe you're just seeing a new side of him?"
"I think you're right." Sascha put down her mug. "I came into his life at a time when he was pure anger - after he lost his sister. I never knew him as he was before. Maybe part of that Dorian is coming back."
"He hasn't stopped being angry." Talin watched that golden head as he bent to pick up one of the twins and throw him over his shoulder.
"No." There was profound sadness in Sascha's voice, until Talin could almost feel the pain of it in her own heart. Then the cardinal shook her head. "But enough about Dorian. He'll probably snarl at us both for daring to care." A small smile. "How about you tell me what's bothering you?"
Talin wasn't surprised at the other woman's perceptiveness. "I'm mated to Clay."
"I know."
"How can that have happened?" she asked, frantic. "I'm sick and - " And she'd been selfish. "I wanted him to love me, but I never intended to kill him."
"When I was going through the mating dance with Lucas," Sascha said, sympathy in every syllable, "Tammy told me the process is different for every couple. What does seem consistent though is that the female has to accept the bond in some way for it to come into being."
"But I didn't! I would have never willingly put him in that kind of danger!"
"Um, Talin, this is kind of personal, but Lucas says you smell of Clay."
Talin blushed, put down her coffee. "So? We're intimate, but obviously sex isn't all it takes."
"Well..."
"Tell me the truth. I promise I won't jump down your throat again and accuse you of invading my privacy." She was starting to understand that Sascha couldn't block everything - because her gift was in her skin, in her blood, in her every breath.
"Sex isn't everything, but in your case, sex is intertwined with the core of who you are. I'm guessing you were hurt with it - it was a damaging thread, but a thread that ran through your life."
"You're saying ha**ng s*x with Clay was an acceptance on my part?"
"It wasn't just sex, was it? I don't know what happened but whatever it was, the mating bond took it as a resounding 'yes.'"
Talin thought back to the first time she and Clay had made love - yes, made love, not had sex - to that moment when she'd felt the inexplicable vibration in her soul. That night, she had surrendered to Clay with every part of her. She had trusted him with her soul. But she had never meant to steal his. "Oh, God," she whispered. "It'll destroy him if I die."
"So fight to live."
Talin had already made that choice. "We've scheduled appointments with medical people Tammy recommended." She would try, would fight, but she also knew that a dying brain was not an easy thing to fix. The best the doctors might be able to do was give her a little more time. "Is there anything you can do? I'll let you into my mind if you want." Her pride was nothing compared to missing out on a lifetime with Clay.
Sascha shook her head, her concern unhidden. "Your shields are impenetrable and so instinctive, they're nothing you can manipulate. I think it's going to take years for you to let them down with anyone but Clay."
"It was worth a try." She stared out at the children, fighting back tears. She wondered what Clay and her babies would have looked like. Her throat threatened to close up and this time, it wasn't anything deadly, but a painful knot of emotion.
"That doesn't mean I won't keep trying to find ways to help," Sascha said, jaw a determined line. "You're Pack and DarkRiver never abandons its own."
Talin had once envied Clay that sense of ultimate acceptance but now found herself unsure. "I'm not exactly good at the family stuff."
Sascha laughed and it was a joyous, infectious sound. "Welcome to the club."