He continued to hold the cup out of reach. She gripped his wrist, her fingers almost sliding off the vivid masculine heat of his skin. ' His voice was deep, reached deep, right into her beating, fluttering heart. 'I don't think the drugs are fully out of her system. His face shimmered into view, then twisted impossibly sideways. Warm hands on her face, turning her head. Her heart thudded in her chest, a fluttering trapped bird.

' He all but lifted her into a sitting position on the bed.

It was like trying to swim through the most viscous of fluids - her bones were jelly, her muscles useless. She couldn't even hear herself, but he did. Her throat grew wet but it wasn't enough. She parted her lips, working desperately to melt the ice chips in her mouth. The man with the brown eyes slipped a hand under her head and tilted it up as he put something to her lips. She swallowed, tried to find her own voice.Ī raw hiss of air. Those eyes, the ones looking back at her, they were brown, but it was a brown unlike any she'd ever seen. She opened her eyes and for a second, it felt as if the world shifted. To fight is to face death once more, perhaps the total annihilation of their kind. Now, in the final months of the year 2080, the dust is rising, light is shining through, and the Forgotten stand at a crossroads. In time, memories were lost, truths were concealed, and the Forgotten almost ceased to exist.īut old secrets cannot be kept forever. These powerful individuals, these rebels, stood as the only real psychic threat to the increasingly omnipotent Psy Council. But the Psy in the Net, their hearts iced over with the emotionless chill of Silence, refused to let the dissidents go in peace - for the Forgotten, with their hopes and dreams of a better life, were a roadblock to the Psy goal of absolute power.Īmong their numbers the defectors counted a large contingent of telepaths and medical specialists, men and women gifted in psychometry, foresight, and so much more. They'd sought to find hope when they dropped from the PsyNet, wanting only to build a new life away from the cold choices of their brethren. Death followed the Forgotten like a scourge.

Blaze of memory nalini singh