Last Guard (Psy-Changeling Trinity #5) by Nalini Singh

Realizing her misstep, she contacted Canto. He thinks I’m trying to get into power.

Tell him to contact me if he wants verification of your status as the A rep.

Payal relied on no one. But she had no difficulty relying on Canto, her 7J who’d never forgotten her. “You can contact Canto Mercant for confirmation that I’ve been chosen to represent Designation A.”

No visible signs of surprise, but she hadn’t expected any from a man as pitiless and experienced in politics as Kaleb Krychek. He just said, “I didn’t realize anchors talked to one another.”

“You aren’t all-knowing and all-seeing,” she said, because Krychek understood power, understood standing your ground.

“What do the anchors want?”

“A seat at the table,” she repeated. “We aren’t political, not in the way you believe. Santano Enrique was a true outlier. I never aimed myself at the Psy Council—that was more my father’s ambition.”

“If this isn’t about politics, then why a seat at the table?”

“Because none of you, not even the empaths, understand the Substrate. You can’t even see it. There are also major issues with Sentinel.”

“You’re well informed. Or should I say, Canto is.”

“I’m the voice of the As.” She didn’t break the eye contact. “Don’t try doing an end run around me—you won’t succeed. As for the politics—once we have this situation under control, I would become a silent member of the Ruling Coalition except when it comes to anchor business. Our priority is the health of the PsyNet.”

Kaleb got to his feet. “I’ll organize a meeting of the Coalition to discuss your request.”

Having risen with him, Payal went to answer when a massive shake tore through her body. It felt like a physical quake, but she knew it wasn’t. The PsyNet was fracturing again, and somewhere close.

It was dangerous to leave her body unguarded around Krychek while she jumped into the psychic plane, but she was an A. There was no choice.

She jumped.

The Substrate twisted around her, but her area held strong. Following the chaos east to Uttar Pradesh and the beginning of Chandika Das’s zone, she felt her blood run cold. Canto, Chandika—the anchor on the eastern edge of my zone—is dead.

KALEB reacted out of instinct when Payal’s body went liquid. Catching her using his Tk, he placed her back in the chair. The only reason he wasn’t in the PsyNet was that it was Aden’s turn to take the breach—it went against his natural instincts to hold back, but it would do more harm than good if they were both wiped out.

Then he took a look in the PsyNet.

Unadulterated chaos, an entire section of the Net spiraling inward. Aden, do you need assistance?

Yes. It was short, clipped.

Kaleb took a moment to lock Payal’s office from the inside before he shot his mind into the psychic space. He could’ve teleported to the security of his home, but Payal was clearly more vulnerable than he was right now; even while on the PsyNet, he had a level of awareness of the outside world and could react to danger.

Kaleb.

He didn’t recognize the painful clarity of the voice that hit his mind as he entered the PsyNet, but it had to be a cardinal if he could make himself heard though he was a stranger. Kaleb’s mind was well-shielded against unwanted contact.

It’s Canto. Sending confirmation of my identity to your phone.

The other man’s telepathic voice had a rare quality that was hard to put into words, but it reached places in Kaleb that weren’t exactly comfortable. Do you know why Payal’s unconscious?

It’s what happens to anchors when we do a major Substrate repair. We can’t exist on both planes. We have to choose one.

That was another thing Kaleb hadn’t known about anchors. Perhaps the very reason they’d begun to prefer to live lives of isolation, where no one could harm them while they were vulnerable. So many things concealed, kept secret—or just forgotten.

How is she? Canto made no attempt to hide his taut concern—because to the Mercants, Kaleb was now family. And no Mercant ever betrayed another. She’s barely recovered from the previous incident.

Seemed physically fine when I checked.

Good. Don’t leave her alone.

I won’t, he promised, because it was rare for a Mercant to ask a favor of him—and Canto in particular had never before done so, while feeding Kaleb interesting tidbits of information through Ena. Ena always gave credit where it was due, so Kaleb had known of Canto long before he found out the other man was a hub.

The reason for the psychic quake is the death of a neighboring anchor, Canto told him.

Their fail-safes should’ve kicked in. Kaleb frowned. Why aren’t they holding the Net steady until an anchor like Payal can step in?

Canto’s answer was a thing of death and devastation. There aren’t enough anchors anymore. Chandika Das was old—as a result, her anchor point was already on our critical short list.

We just didn’t expect to lose her so soon. Crisp, clear, with a rough edge of sorrow. Her sub-anchors were already taking incredible pressure as a result of her age and health—they’re too worn out to hold on now that she’s gone. The entire zone is unraveling from the center.

On the PsyNet, Kaleb saw a voracious spiral, with Aden fighting to keep it from pulling more minds into its murderous fury. Is there anything we can do to make things easier for the As attempting a fix?