'How did you end up with such an interesting mixture?' he asked, far from convinced about this Psy. He had the feeling she was teasing him but of course the Psy never teased. I'm curious.' He walked beside her as she started to explore the site. 'Your mother's ancestry is clearly Asiatic but your first names are Slavic and your last, Scottish. 'May I ask you a question?' The hunger came from the panther inside but the man saw the possibilities in this line of questioning. Like how the rich silk of her hair turned impossibly darker in the sun as she moved to stretch out her legs. The worst part was, he found himself fascinated by everything about his quarry. But getting a Psy to open up was like trying to get a SnowDancer to turn into a leopard. He'd engineered this drive and site visit in order to start probing her for information. He slid open his door and stepped out, frustrated by his inability to penetrate the layer of ice Sascha had wrapped around herself like steel. Situated near Manteca, the area wasn't heavily forested but it was definitely wooded. 'We're almost there.' He pulled off the side road they were on and headed down another before parking the car beside a huge open space dotted with trees. I simply want them to buy the properties.' 'Very colorful, but I don't care about their dreams. Had this far too intelligent leopard figured out that she was flawed in the most basic way? Hoping to throw him off the scent, she made her next words completely toneless. Sascha wondered if he was being crude in an effort to rattle her. The thought of living in that area gives most changelings wet dreams.' 'It's the best location for what you want. She wasn't sure whether to take him seriously.

But they're not going to deal with anyone else so you'll just have to hope I don't screw you over.' She couldn't help thinking that they likely told the true story of his nature, the smooth business persona merely a mask. Savage and primitive, they tugged at something hidden inside of her. 'Are you an impartial party?' She took the chance afforded by his concentration on driving to look her fill of the markings on his face.

They're happy to sell for the right price.' The land is in DarkRiver territory but owned by the SnowDancers through an accident of history.

'If we agree to buy the site you've chosen, how long will it take to close the deal?' Luckily for her, lack of small talk was a Psy trait. Suddenly aware of Lucas sending her a questioning glance, she realized she'd been silent for over forty minutes. Somehow, she doubted that most of California would've been a series of giant national parks and forests. It made her wonder what their green, wooded land would've looked like had the Psy had total control of it. As far as she knew, no Psy had ever sought permission to live so close to the wild.

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