Hostage To Pleasure - PSY Changeling 5 By Nalini Singh

"In the end, the retraction was deadly simple. The sniper had been given the precise coordinates
the car would travel along the sleepy rural road, knew exactly how many people were in the
vehicle, where the child was sitting. According to his information, the child was blindfolded, but
the sniper still didn’t like doing this with an innocent in the vehicle.
However, if left in the hands of his captors, that child would become the unwitting instrument of
the worst kind of evil. And then he would die. The sniper didn’t kill lightly, but to keep a child
safe, he would do much worse.
“Go,” the sniper said into the air, the sound picked up by his earpiece and transmitted to those
A slow-moving truck veered out of the opposite lane without warning, crashing into the side of
the target car with a smooth expertise that forced the vehicle off the road, but would do little
damage to the people inside—they couldn’t afford to harm the child. More than that, theyrefused
to harm the child. But it wasn’t the child the sniper found in his sights as soon as the car came to
a halt.

A single precise shot and the windshield shattered.
The driver and his adult passenger were dead within the next two seconds, a clean bullet hole in
the center of each of their foreheads. The bullets were designed not to exit, thereby minimizing
danger to the backseat passengers.
An instant later, the rear doors slid back and two men jumped out, one of whom stared straight at
the sniper’s location high up in the spreading branches of an ancient pine. The sniper felt a blunt
force graze his mind, but the guard had left his telepathic strike for too late. A bullet lodged in
the Psy male’s throat with fatal accuracy even as he focused his power. The fourth man went
down with a silent bullet wound through his chest, having failed to locate the sniper’s partner.
The sniper was already moving by the time the last body hit the ground, his rifle in hand. He left
behind no trace of who he was and when he reached the car, he touched nothing. “Did they get
out a psychic alert?” he asked the unseen watcher.
“Likely. Road’s still clear, but we need to move fast—reinforcements will be here in minutes if
the Council has teleportation-capable Tk’s on hand.”
The sniper looked through the open doors and saw the final remaining passenger. A tiny boy,
barely four and a half years old. He wasn’t only blindfolded. His ears had been plugged and his
hands tied behind his back. Near-total sensory deprivation.
The sniper growled and became a man named Dorian again, his cold control falling away to
expose the deeply protective nature of his beast. He might have been born lacking the changeling
ability to shift into animal form, but he carried the leopard within. And that leopard was enraged
by the callous treatment meted out to this defenseless child. Reaching in, he gathered the stiff,
scared body in his arms, his hold far gentler than anyone would’ve believed. “I have him.”
Another vehicle appeared out of nowhere. This one was sleek, silver, nothing like the now
abandoned truck, though the driver was the same man. “Let’s go,” Clay said, his eyes a flat

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