Visions Of Heat - PSY Changeling 2 By Nalini Singh

A PART FROM THE BOOK

Faith Ngihtstar of the PsyClan NightStar was aware she was considered the most powerful F-Psy of her
generation. At only twenty-four years of age, she'd already made more money than most Psy did in their
entire lifetimes. But then again, she'd been working since she was three years old, since she'd found her
voice. It had taken her longer than most children, but that was to be expected—she was a cardinal F-Psy
of extraordinary ability.
It would have surprised no one if she'd never spoken.
That was why the F-Psy belonged to PsyClans, which took care of everything the foreseers couldn't,
from investing their millions to checking their medical status to ensuring they didn't starve. The F-Psy
weren't very good at practical things like that. They forgot. Even after more than a century of forecasting


business trends rather than murders and accidents, disasters and wars, they forgot.
Faith had been forgetting a lot of things lately. For example, she'd forgotten to eat three days in a row.
That was when NightStar employees had intervened, alerted by the sophisticated Tec 3 computer that
ran the house. Three days was the allowable window – sometimes F-Psy went into trances. If that had
been the case, they would've put her on a drip and left her to it. "Thank you," she said, directing her
words to the head M-Psy. "I'll be fine now.”
Xi Yun nodded. "Finish the entire meal. It contains the exact number of calories you need.”
"Of course." She watched him leave, preceded by his staff. In his hand was a small medical kit that
she knew contained both chemicals designed to shock her awake out of a catatonic trance and ones to
knock her down from a manic state. Neither had been required today. She'd simply forgotten to eat.
After consuming the nutritional bars and energy drinks he'd left behind, she sat down in the large reclining
chair where she usually spent the majority of her time. Designed to double as a bed, it was uplinked to
the Tec 3 and fed it a constant stream of data about her vital functions. An M-Psy stood on alert should
she need medical attention any time of day or night. That wasn't normal procedure even for the F
designation, but Faith was no ordinary F-Psy.
She was the best.
Every prediction Faith ever made, if not purposefully circumvented, came true. That was why she was
worth untold millions. Possibly even billions. NightStar considered her its most prized asset. Like any
asset, she was kept in the best condition for optimum functionality. And like any asset, should she prove
defective, she'd be overhauled and used for parts.
Faith's eyes blinked open at that furtive thought. She stared up at the pale green of the ceiling and fought
to bring her heart rate down. If she didn't, the M-Psy might decide to pay her a return visit and she didn't
want anyone to see her right now. She wasn't sure what her eyes would reveal. Sometimes, even the
night-sky eyes of a cardinal Psy told secrets that were better kept within.
"Parts," she whispered out loud. Her statement was being recorded, of course. The F-Psy occasionally
made predictions during trance states. No one wanted to miss a word. Perhaps that was why those of
her designation preferred to keep their silence when they could.


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