as he watched the woman he loved get taken from him. He knew he’d never see her again. He believed what he had done was for the best, but this parting was going to destroy him.
“Did you send for Advisor Vycor?” Shaya asked one of the Mynders.
“Yes, Guardian. He should be here momentarily.”
Ty’s fists opened and closed. He had known this might happen, but part of him, the part that wanted to share Kyr’s faith in the idea of a happy future together, had hoped it wouldn’t. He knew Vycor would advise the Guardians to impose the most extreme penalties for this. The Advisor wouldn’t be able to wait to get his revenge.
Gren , he sent out, hoping his friend responded. He didn’t. Ty could tell he was asleep. Gren, please take care of Kyr for me. She’s not going to understand…she’ll need you. If you get this, please let Kyr know I love her .
He hadn’t ever implanted a suggestion into a sleeping person’s consciousness before, so he had no idea if the thought got through. He could only pray that it did.
“Why is it his arms didn’t glow when he touched Ma’jah with ill intent?” Brunyr asked.
Shaya frowned. Ty struggled to think of a plausible explanation. If the Guardians found out that Kyr had used her abilities to stop the painful punishment for his touching her, they’d realize he was lying.
“He must have influenced Ma’jah Kyr to use her abilities to stop it,” Shaya said.
Ty had to be content with that theory. Vycor strode into the bedchamber before he could say anything. The Advisor’s expression revealed nothing, but satisfaction radiated from him. Knowing he had nothing more to lose, Ty opened his senses, focusing on all of the thoughts in the room. He had to know what he faced.
“Now, now, Dem-Shyr ,” Vycor murmured as he came to a stop beside the Guardians. “That doesn’t seem wise, does it?”
“What doesn’t seem wise?” Shaya asked, her gaze moving between Ty and Vycor.
More thoughts got through as Ty tried to piece together what was going on. He caught enough to learn that Vycor had somehow discovered what was happening in Kyr’s bedchambers that evening. He had forewarned the Guardians, thinking that Ty wouldn’t fulfill his threats against him if it was the Guardians who discovered their relationship. Before Ty could pick up anything else, that strange barrier fell across Vycor’s mind, blocking him.
All of this had been set up.
“You son of a bitch,” Ty said, the words barely audible.
“I believe that title belongs to you, Dem-Shyr ,” Vycor said with a mocking smile. “Am I to understand that you were interrupted while forcing yourself on the Ascendant?”
You’d better think twice about what you’re doing, Vycor , Ty thought, fury searing through him.
“Or was Ma’jah Kyr engaging in sexual relations with you of her own free will?” Vycor asked.
His eyes glittered, telling Ty that he heard the thought but was choosing to ignore it. Ty’s hands once again balled into fists. His hatred for the other male radiated from him. The Guardians looked uncertainly from Ty to Vycor, likely sensing that something more was going on than they knew.
“Leave Ma’jah Kyr out of this,” Ty ground out. “She’s done nothing wrong.”
“Well, I suppose we’ll see what she says when she faces the Inquisitors,” Vycor said.
Ty surged forward. He wanted Vycor dead. Screw the consequences.
The painful slash of a Mynder’s de’llum across his bare chest stopped him.
“As you can see, he’s intent on harming us,” Vycor said to the Guardians. “I regret to say that he will do so if no action is taken. Before things go any further, Guardians, you must retrieve his abilities.”
Ty’s fury and pain receded in the face of his disbelief. Remove his abilities?
“Remove them?” Brunyr said, a frown between his eyes. “Before he’s even stood trial?”
“Yes,” Vycor said, laying a reassuring hand on Brunyr’s shoulder. “I read his intent
“Did you send for Advisor Vycor?” Shaya asked one of the Mynders.
“Yes, Guardian. He should be here momentarily.”
Ty’s fists opened and closed. He had known this might happen, but part of him, the part that wanted to share Kyr’s faith in the idea of a happy future together, had hoped it wouldn’t. He knew Vycor would advise the Guardians to impose the most extreme penalties for this. The Advisor wouldn’t be able to wait to get his revenge.
Gren , he sent out, hoping his friend responded. He didn’t. Ty could tell he was asleep. Gren, please take care of Kyr for me. She’s not going to understand…she’ll need you. If you get this, please let Kyr know I love her .
He hadn’t ever implanted a suggestion into a sleeping person’s consciousness before, so he had no idea if the thought got through. He could only pray that it did.
“Why is it his arms didn’t glow when he touched Ma’jah with ill intent?” Brunyr asked.
Shaya frowned. Ty struggled to think of a plausible explanation. If the Guardians found out that Kyr had used her abilities to stop the painful punishment for his touching her, they’d realize he was lying.
“He must have influenced Ma’jah Kyr to use her abilities to stop it,” Shaya said.
Ty had to be content with that theory. Vycor strode into the bedchamber before he could say anything. The Advisor’s expression revealed nothing, but satisfaction radiated from him. Knowing he had nothing more to lose, Ty opened his senses, focusing on all of the thoughts in the room. He had to know what he faced.
“Now, now, Dem-Shyr ,” Vycor murmured as he came to a stop beside the Guardians. “That doesn’t seem wise, does it?”
“What doesn’t seem wise?” Shaya asked, her gaze moving between Ty and Vycor.
More thoughts got through as Ty tried to piece together what was going on. He caught enough to learn that Vycor had somehow discovered what was happening in Kyr’s bedchambers that evening. He had forewarned the Guardians, thinking that Ty wouldn’t fulfill his threats against him if it was the Guardians who discovered their relationship. Before Ty could pick up anything else, that strange barrier fell across Vycor’s mind, blocking him.
All of this had been set up.
“You son of a bitch,” Ty said, the words barely audible.
“I believe that title belongs to you, Dem-Shyr ,” Vycor said with a mocking smile. “Am I to understand that you were interrupted while forcing yourself on the Ascendant?”
You’d better think twice about what you’re doing, Vycor , Ty thought, fury searing through him.
“Or was Ma’jah Kyr engaging in sexual relations with you of her own free will?” Vycor asked.
His eyes glittered, telling Ty that he heard the thought but was choosing to ignore it. Ty’s hands once again balled into fists. His hatred for the other male radiated from him. The Guardians looked uncertainly from Ty to Vycor, likely sensing that something more was going on than they knew.
“Leave Ma’jah Kyr out of this,” Ty ground out. “She’s done nothing wrong.”
“Well, I suppose we’ll see what she says when she faces the Inquisitors,” Vycor said.
Ty surged forward. He wanted Vycor dead. Screw the consequences.
The painful slash of a Mynder’s de’llum across his bare chest stopped him.
“As you can see, he’s intent on harming us,” Vycor said to the Guardians. “I regret to say that he will do so if no action is taken. Before things go any further, Guardians, you must retrieve his abilities.”
Ty’s fury and pain receded in the face of his disbelief. Remove his abilities?
“Remove them?” Brunyr said, a frown between his eyes. “Before he’s even stood trial?”
“Yes,” Vycor said, laying a reassuring hand on Brunyr’s shoulder. “I read his intent
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