Mine to Possess by Nalini Singh

with them.”
    A gleam of interest lit the dark green of his eyes. “They ever been mapped?”
    â€œI didn’t find any records when I researched them for a school project,” she said, “but there have to be maps.”
    He laid his arm on the table. “Why?”
    â€œBecause”—she leaned forward—“I’m certain the caves are man-made. They’re almost like proper tunnels in places.”
    Interest turned to intrigue, the forest green getting brighter. “Your town have a big changeling presence?”
    Catching his line of thought, she shook her head. “A small horse clan, and an owl one—predatory but not particularly dominant. They always used to vote me in as captain when they split us into teams for gym class.” And she was no superathlete.
    â€œYou’re a strong personality,” he said, surprising her. “Most nonpredatories would automatically see you as dominant, and as for predatory changelings, they decide according to the individual. Your owl schoolmates must’ve figured you were tougher than them.”
    â€œHuh.” But it made sense. The owls had been scholars from a nice family, while she had been very hard-case. “Anyway, the horses and owls can’t have dug the caves. They hate being shut in.”
    â€œThat’s it?”
    â€œYep.”
    â€œNo snakes?”
    She almost spewed coffee all over the table. “There are snake changelings?”
    â€œWhy wouldn’t there be?” He refilled her cup. “They’re rare, but they exist.”
    â€œYou think a bunch of snakes created those caves?” She shivered, recalling all those times she’d been alone in them.
    â€œ Changeling snakes, Talin.” A reprimand. “No more or less animal than I am.”
    She bit her lower lip, feeling about five years old. But this was Clay, so she admitted the truth. “I can’t help it. Leopards are dangerous, beautiful. Snakes are creepy.”
    â€œI think the snake changelings would disagree.” He leaned back in his chair, a predator at ease in his territory.
    She felt his foot touch the rung of her chair, knew it to be a possessive act. But she was having too much fun to call him on it. “Are they as human?” She scrunched up her nose at his scowl. “You know what I mean. When you walk, it’s with this feline grace. What do they take from their animal?”
    His lips curved again, full, tempting. “Calling me graceful, Tally?”
    â€œI’ll call you vain in a minute.” But he was graceful, lethally so.
    Both his feet touched her chair now. “Snakes are very…other. They tend to scare people on a visceral level, even when in human form. But that makes them no less human.”
    â€œNo,” she agreed, thinking of how the world judged her children.
    â€œA long time ago, I saw one after she shifted. She had black-diamond scales that shimmered like an oil slick does in the rain—full of rainbows.”
    The image was startlingly beautiful. “If they were there, under the farm,” she asked, “why would they leave?”
    â€œA hundred things—maybe the colony disbanded or they decided to migrate elsewhere.” He shrugged. “Now, tell me about the dead children.”
    That quickly, their little interlude was over. No more talk about mysterious changeling snakes and the quaint beauty of corn-farming country. But his feet remained on the rung of her chair. Taking strength from that, she began at the beginning. “I left the Larkspurs at age sixteen to enroll in a scholarship program at NYU.” Somewhat to her shock, she had proven very bright once given a chance, so much so that she’d graduated the purgatory of high school two years ahead of schedule.
    Clay sat with such feline stillness, she couldn’t even see him breathe. “You never gave the Larkspurs a shot, did you?”
    â€œNo.”