Page 144 of Storm of Secrets and Sorrow

Theon turned, going back into the room. Katya and Axel were gone, but Luka was still sitting there, sipping on his drink and looking through a book.

“Want to tell me why I can feel your anger down this godsdamn bond?” Theon asked, the balcony door snicking shut behind him.

“Want to tell me why you thought there weren’t any repercussions for bringing me in on her last Source Mark?” he shot back casually, flipping a page.

“How long?”

“Since that night.”

“You can feel her too,” Theon said, not asking.

“Yes.”

“And the reason you didn’t say anything is because…?”

Luka finally met his gaze. “I didn’t know if you two were feeling it as well or if it was just me.”

“Does it matter?”

“Tessa is already struggling. I didn’t want to add to it,” Luka answered.

Theon nodded, tapping his fingers against his thigh. “And you can feel my emotions?”

“Sometimes. When they’re strong enough. But mainly hers.”

“What are we going to do?”

Luka sent him a dry look. “What do you mean, ‘what are we going to do?’ We can’t even figure out how toendthe Sourcebond, let alone what to do when another is involved. We have enough shit to figure out. This can wait.”

Theon shoved a hand through his hair. He didn’twantto end the Source bond. His entire goal was tokeepTessa, not sever his bond. If the only repercussion was Luka being able to feel their emotions, that wasn’t the be-all end-all.

“I found something earlier tonight,” Luka said, pulling Theon back to the discussion at hand.

“What?” Theon asked distractedly.

“In Tessa’s files.”

That had his full attention.

Reaching for Theon’s tablet on the table, Luka pulled up her files in the database before coming to stand beside him. He pointed to the bottom of the screen where the Lilura Inquest logo was at the bottom. It was on every screen because they were the tech company that stored all the data.

“Son of a bitch,” Theon cursed, taking the tablet and enlarging the logo. “That fucking son of a bitch.”

Standing outside the towering building, Theon held Tessa’s phone to his ear, exchanging a dark look with Luka. After the third ring, a male voice answered.

“Hey, Fury.”

“How do you know her number?” Theon demanded.

There was an extended silence, and Theon smirked to himself for finally getting the upper hand on Tristyn Blackheart.

Until he answered in the same arrogant voice he always used.

“My company controls the cellular data. Of course, I know her number.”

“But it’s listed under my name,” Theon countered.

“A line that was set up days after the Selection?”

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