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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Names: Singh, Nalini, 1977-author.

Title: Silver silence : a Psy-changeling trinity novel / Nalini Singh.

Description: Showtime edition. | New York : Berkley, 2017.

Identifiers: LCCN 2016058705 (impress) | LCCN 2017006109 (ebook) |

ISBN 9781101987797 (hardback) | ISBN 9781101987810 (ebook) Subjects: | BISAC: FICTION / Romance Paranormal. | FICTION Fantasy /

Paranormal. | GSAFD: Romantic suspense fiction. | Fantasy fiction.

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Cover analogy by Tony Mauro

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the writer'due south imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business organization establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

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Title Page

Copyright

Age of Trinity

PART 1 Chapter 1

The Human Patriot

Affiliate 2

Affiliate three

Chapter four

Chapter 5

The Human Alpha

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

The Human Patriot

Chapter 9

Chapter x

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter xiii

Affiliate 14

The Human Alpha

Affiliate 15

Chapter sixteen

The Human being Patriot

Affiliate 17

The Unknown Architect

Chapter eighteen

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

The Ruling Coalition of the Psy

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

The Human Alpha

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

The Human Patriot

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter forty

Role 2 The Man Blastoff

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

The Unknown Builder

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

The Human Alliance

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Affiliate 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter fifty

Chapter 51

Shadows

Acknowledgments

Virtually the Author

Historic period of Trinity

Oct 2082 IS a new beginning.

Psy, human, and changeling, all three races accept agreed to work together to unite their divided world.

The Trinity Accord is the fragile foundation of all their hopes and dreams of a futurity without war, without violence, without shattering loss.

It is a noble ambition.

But the past is non an old glaze that can be discarded and forgotten.

It is a scent that clings and clings and clings.

That scent is of blood and betrayal and a chilling, emotionless Silence.

The psychically gifted Psy seek to feel emotion for the first time in over a hundred years.

Changelings with their key hearts fight their natural instinct to trust only pack, but clan.

Humans await to the future with a grim-eyed conclusion to no longer be the weakest race.

And others . . . they seek to spread chaos and decease and division.

Welcome to the Age of Trinity.

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Chapter 1

To be a Mercant is to exist a shadow that moves with volition, with intelligence, with pitiless precision.

--Ena Mercant (circa 2057)

Silvery MERCANT BELIEVED in control. Information technology was what made her and then good at what she did--she was never caught by surprise. She prepared for everything. Unfortunately, information technology was impossible to fix for the heavily muscled homo standing at her flat door.

"How did you go in?" she asked in Russian, making certain to stand up front and heart in the doorway so he wouldn't forget this was her territory.

Bears had a habit of only pushing everything out of their fashion.

This bear shrugged his broad shoulders where he leaned up confronting the side of her doorjamb. "I asked nicely," he replied in the same linguistic communication.

"I live in the most secure building in central Moscow." Silver stared at that square-jawed face up with its dearest-night skin. It wasn't a tan. Valentin Nikolaev retained the shade in winter, got darker in summer. "And," she added, "edifice security is made upwardly of erstwhile soldiers who don't understand the word 'nice.'" One of those soldiers was a Mercant. No 1 talked their manner past a Mercant.

Except for this man. This wasn't the first time he'd appeared on her doors

tep on the thirty-fourth floor of this building.

"I accept a special charm," Valentin responded, his big body blocking out the light and his deep smiling settling into familiar grooves in his cheeks, his hair an inky black that was so messy she wondered if he even owned a rummage. That pilus appeared every bit if it might have a silken texture, in stark dissimilarity to the harsh angles of his face.

No office of him was tense, his torso equally lazy limbed as a cat'south.

She knew he was trying to appear harmless, but she wasn't an idiot. Despite her offensive and defensive training, the alpha of the StoneWater association could crush her similar a bug, physically speaking. He had too much brawn, too much strength for her to beat out him without a weapon. So it was adept that Silver'due south mind was a ruthless weapon.

"Why did you need to see me at seven in the morning?" she asked, because it was clear he wasn't going to tell her how he kept getting past her security.

He extended a hand on which sat a data crystal. "The clan promised EmNet a breakup of the small incidents we've handled over the past three months."

Those "pocket-size incidents" were times when Psy, humans, or non-clan changelings needed assistance in the expanse controlled by StoneWater--or elsewhere, when members of the behave association were close plenty to assist. As the manager of the worldwide Emergency Response Network run nether the aegis of the Trinity Accord, Silver was the one who coordinated all available resources--and in this part of the world, that included the StoneWater bears.

Of form, she had no ability to order them to do anything--trying that on a predatory changeling was an do in abject failure. But she could inquire. So far, the bears had ever come up through. The data crystal would tell her how many association members and/or other resources had been required to manage each instance; it would aid her fine-tune her requests in the future.

She took the crystal, not bothering to enquire why the blastoff of the association had turned up to personally deliver the data.

Valentin liked to do things his way.

"Why does Selenka let you go away with breaching her territory?" The BlackEdge wolves had control over this role of Moscow when it came to changeling admission. The city was split evenly between the wolf pack and the bear clan, with the balance of their corresponding territories heading outward from that central dividing line.

This apartment edifice cruel in the wolf half.

Valentin smiled, night-nighttime eyes alight in a way she couldn't describe. "StoneWater and BlackEdge are friends now."

If Silver had felt emotion, she may accept made a face of sheer atheism. The ii almost powerful packs in Russian federation had a working relationship and no longer clashed in tearing confrontations, but they were not friends. "I see," she said, refusing to look abroad from those onyx optics.

Predatory changelings sometimes took a lack of eye contact equally submissive beliefs, even when interacting with not-changelings. Bears definitely took information technology equally submissive behavior. They weren't exactly subtle about it, either. In fact, bears were the least subtle of the changelings she'd met through her work as Kaleb Krychek's senior adjutant, and as the caput of EmNet.

"What do you run across, Starlight?" Valentin asked in his deep rumble of a voice that spoke of the animate being that lived nether his skin.

Silver refused to react to the name he insisted on calling her. When she'd pointed out he was being discourteous by not using her actual name, he'd told her to call him her medvezhonok, her teddy bear, that he wouldn't heed. Information technology was difficult to accept a rational chat with a man who seemed impossible to insult or freeze out.

Bears.

She'd heard Selenka Durev say that through tightly clenched teeth on more than one occasion. While Silver's conditioning under the Silence Protocol remained pristine, her mind clear of all emotion, in the time she'd known Valentin, she'd come to understand the wolf alpha's reaction. "Cheers for the data," she said to him now. "Next time, yous might wish to consider an invention we in the civilized globe phone call e-mail."

His express mirth was so big it filled the air, filled the unabridged space of her flat.

The idea made no sense, still it appeared like clockwork when Valentin laughed in her vicinity. She'd told herself multiple times that she worked for the most powerful man in the world; Valentin was only a changeling alpha. Unfortunately, it appeared changeling alphas had their own potent brand of charisma. And this deport alpha had a surfeit of it.

"Have you idea most my offering?" he asked, the laughter however in his eyes.

"The reply remains the aforementioned," Silver said as a burn spread through her chest. "I do non wish to go have ice foam with yous."

"It'due south really good water ice foam." Smile disappearing, Valentin suddenly shifted fully upright from his leaning position against the doorjamb, the size and muscle of him dangerously credible. "You doing okay?"

"Quite fine," Silver said, even every bit the burn morphed into a jagged spike. Something was wrong. She had to contact--

Her brain shorted out. She was enlightened of her body offset to spasm, her lungs gasping for air as her legs crumpled, only she couldn't get her telepathic "muscles" to piece of work, couldn't contact her family or Kaleb for an emergency teleport.

*

MOVING far faster than almost people expected comport changelings to move, Valentin caught Silvery'southward slender torso before she'd done much more than sway on those ice-selection heels she liked to wearable. He knew it wasn't the heels that were toppling her; Silver was never in whatsoever danger on those heels. The woman walked on them like he walked on his "bigfoot-sized" feet, as described past one of his three older sisters.

"I've got y'all, Starlight," he said, scooping her upwardly in his arms and walking into her apartment.

He'd been trying to arrive for ten long months, ever since he first met Ms. Silver Mercant. But he'd never expected it to be because she was convulsing in his artillery. Placing her on the dark gray of the sofa, he turned her onto her side and gripped her jaw to keep her head from jerking as well hard. At least she was breathing, though the audio was ragged.

With his other hand, he grabbed his phone, went to call Kaleb Krychek. The viciously powerful telekinetic could get her to help far faster than any ambulance. Just Argent's body was spasming too violently for him to both hold the phone and keep her from pain herself. Swearing nether his jiff, he dropped the phone and placed his other paw on her hip, holding her in identify.

"Not how I wanted to put my hands on yous, moyo solnyshko." He kept talking so she'd know she wasn't alone, only his blood was chilling with every second that passed. It was going on too long.

Deciding to risk information technology, he released her hip and, snatching upward his phone, managed to brand the call. "Silver'due south apartment," he said to the pitiless son of a bitch who was Silver's dominate. "Medical emergency."

He dropped the phone as Silvery jerked again. "Hold on, Starlight," he ordered in his most obnoxiously alpha vocalization, trying to go along her torso from wrenching painfully at the same time. If Silver was going to respond to annihilation, information technology would be to the idea that he'd dared give her an order. "Yous're tougher than this."

Her eyes, that glorious argent, met his, the pupils huge . . . right before her body went limp.

Kaleb appeared in the room at the same instant, the Psy male dressed in a flawless black-on-black suit. "What happened?" he asked, his voice as cold as midnight on the steppes.

"Become her to a doctor," Valentin growled, the sound coming from the human being male person'southward vocal cords but conveying the comport's rage. "Tell them it was poison."

Kaleb was smart enough not to waste material time questioning him. He simply teleported out, taking Argent with him. Teeth gritted at the fact she was out of his sight, Valentin got up and, going into Silvery's kitchen, began to pull out anything that could be food. Psy had strange ideas of food--meal bars and nutrient mixes. The only surprise in Silver's closet was a block of fine dark chocolate.

Wondering if he'd discovered a secret almost the nigh fascinating woman he'd ever met, a cloak-and-dagger he could use to sneak past her defenses--no, he had no shame whatever when it came to Argent Mercant--he turned over the block and institute a small card still attached to it. The writing westward

as in English. It said: Thank you lot for your assistance, Ms. Mercant. I promise y'all bask this small taste of our family business. ~Rico Cavalier

His acquit rumbled inside his chest.

This was the kind of gift a man gave a adult female he was interested in--but it looked like this Rico had struck out if the chocolate was sitting in the dorsum of what passed for Silver's pantry.

Good. Otherwise, I'd have had to pound the fool into dust.

The only one courting Starlight was going to be Valentin.

Having nerveless all possible food items, including some bland-looking "cake" from the cooler that was probably a nutrient-dense poly peptide supplement, he began to go through them. Changelings had the sharpest noses of the three races.

Bears had the sharpest noses amidst changelings.

Zero would escape him now that he'd pinpointed the poisonous odour from the millions of others in the air at whatever i time: the exemplar had come up from Silver, her body screaming a warning to his senses every bit the poison went active.

"Hungry, Alpha Nikolaev?"

He didn't first at Krychek's midnight voice, having scented the fundamental telekinetic'south return to the room. Thankfully for his nose, Kaleb didn't have the astringent metal scent that some Psy did, the ones who were so deep in the emotionless government they called Silence that Valentin didn't recollect anything would get them out.

It was equally if they'd cut out their hearts and souls.

Silver was pure ice, but she didn't take that metal odor, either. It gave him hope. As did the faint impact of fire he kept picking up around her, a subconscious sunshine that flickered against his skin. Valentin was determined to seduce Silvery'south hidden wildness out into the light. Who better than an uncivilized bear, after all?

"How is she?" he asked, looking Krychek in the center.

The telekinetic's gaze was the eerie white stars on black that denoted the strongest among the Psy race, difficult to read even if information technology hadn't been Kaleb Krychek--a homo Valentin respected for his relentless will just more often than not for his unexpected capacity for loyalty.

StoneWater did its research on possible concern partners. Valentin, a young 2nd to Zoya at the time Krychek first appeared on StoneWater's radar, was the ane who'd dug into the Psy male. And what he'd discovered about Krychek was that if you didn't betray him, he wouldn't betray you.

Valentin could work with a man like that.

Especially since Krychek had had the skilful sense to utilise Silver.

The words the telekinetic spoke were toneless. "The medics are working on stabilizing her."

Valentin's gut clenched.

A deep rumbling building in his breast, he held out a barely used jar of nutrient mix. "This has the same toxic odor equally what I scented on her--get it tested. I'chiliad going to finish checking the other items."

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