Atonement Sky – Psy-Changeling Trinity Read Online Nalini Singh

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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 131364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
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Eleri, for her part, had realized that she wasn’t in danger of drowning in the same kind of anger that had haunted her as a young J. The ugliness that had fueled her rage was no longer a part of her life. Instead, she was fueled by joy, wonder, and surprise at the kindness of those around her.

Saoirse had given her a box of clothes the other day. “I figured you never had a chance to find your style, so Malia and I ordered you a bunch of stuff to get you started. Keep what you like, and we’ll stick the rest in one of the caches.”

Eleri hadn’t ever considered clothing as part of her identity…but that day, she’d been drawn to a floaty summer dress of white with little green leaves on it. It was air around her body, and she had the feeling that she might like airy, floaty dresses that were nothing at all like the suits she’d worn all her adult life.

As for Bram and the Ultrasonic, he’d scowled at the idea of a headband of any kind, so the team had created a version that involved him having two small magnets embedded into the very surface of his skull, with the device locking onto them.

Dahlia was not happy with him over his choice. “I can’t believe you had brain surgery rather than wear a headband!” Eleri had heard her say while glaring.

“It wasn’t brain surgery. The magnets are literally sitting on top of my skull, just under my scalp.” Bram had been unmoved, but he’d also been holding Dahlia close at the time while looking at her in a way that said she was wonderful.

Eleri wondered if he had any idea what that did to Dahlia.

She didn’t think so; Bram wasn’t manipulative that way, never had been. He just thought Dahlia was wonderful.

As Eleri thought the same of Adam.

“I got a call from Tim just before,” she told this man she loved with every cell in her body, as the two of them sat on the edge of his aerie exit. “He wanted to say thank you. It helped the families a great deal when Hendricks’s remains were found and identified. They feel as if his slow death—in the desert as they see it—was wild justice.”

“Do you think we made the right call?” her mate asked. “He needed to be stopped, but did his untrained telepathy make him insane? It’s not our way to execute those who are sick in the mind, but we were so angry at the time.”

“No, he was sane. I spoke to Bram about it—and Tim looked into his personnel files all the way back to his start in Enforcement. He passed all the psych tests with flying colors. If he was sick in the mind, it was the same kind of sickness as other serial killers—he knew that what he was doing was evil, but he continued to do it because it excited him.”

She knew Bram hadn’t told her the full extent of that excitement, but he hadn’t had to, not after he’d said, “No different from Bonner or Clarke or Tissera. Psychopaths who found pleasure in perversion while wearing a mask to fool the world.”

Because she understood Adam’s heart, his sense of honor, she told him all of that, without any attempt to hide the cold truth, and saw the human side of him accept it. His falcon already had, its mores far more primal.

“Trinity is already discussing setting up tests to pick up children with minor Psy abilities,” he told her afterward, leaning forward with his forearms braced on his thighs. “It wouldn’t have helped Hendricks, given the path he chose, but it might help another kid.”

A nod in the direction of the Raintree Inn. “Talking of kids going bad, Mi-ja’s furious with Dae now that she’s past her shock and pain. Her friend Mary’s being good about visiting more, and clanmates of her generation are dropping in at least once a day, too. They say that right now, she’s in the venting phase, but the sorrow will come.”

And when it did, Eleri thought, WindHaven would be there for the woman who had called Adam’s grandmother a friend. Because that was the falcon way. Adam’s way.

Eleri stroked her fingers through his hair, saw his eyes close to half-mast as he surrendered to the sensation. So did she, preening her mate with lazy pleasure. When she spoke a long time later, she said, “Does Saoirse realize she’s changed the world?”

“I knew she could do it,” Adam said with a brother’s pride. “And not that it’s a surprise given who she and Ashaya are, but they’re going to credit the whole team, get everyone in the history books. But none of them—Ashaya included—will budge on only Saoirse being listed as the team lead.”


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