Page 194 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

“Razik,” Eliza hissed, elbowing him hard.

“They?” Tessa asked, her head tilting at the word.

“Scarlett has a brother,” Razik said tightly.

“Interesting,” she murmured. “Anyway, you were saying?”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“By Anala,” Eliza interrupted, clearly exasperated. “His father was one of Sargon’s sons.”

“One of?” Theon asked sharply, but Tessa was looking at Luka. Who was staring back at Razik. His features were taut, and Tessa was worried he was going to crack a molar. It was all she needed to see to know Razik hadn’t told him this.

But all this meant that Xan was Sargon’s son, making Luka the grandchild of a god. Not of Firsts like she was, but the direct descendant of a god nonetheless. Which made so much sense. It explained why Luka was stronger than other Legacy. How he could train her and help her manage her power. He wouldn’t be as powerful as her, but more powerful than any Legacy in Devram.

“Sargon had seven children,” Razik said, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Each of those children comprises one of his seven bloodlines.”

“Greybane and Mors,” Theon clarified.

“Are two of those lines,” Razik confirmed.

“And your mother?” Tessa asked.

“A shifter,” he answered. “It is why we can isolate the shifts.”

“What does that mean?”

Razik sighed as though this was the most inconvenient conversation he’d ever had. “Sargon can isolate the shift like we can. Just wings or eyes, for example. He can do that because he is a god. Some of his children, however, cannot. Some are either in their human forms or their dragon forms. All or nothing, so to speak. Because our mother was a dragon shifter and not a mortal, we can isolate our shift.”

“How fascinating,” Tessa said, dropping into a chair and propping her chin on a fist. Drumming the fingers of her other hand, the bands around her wrists flared slightly.

“You are unnerving,” Razik said frankly as she studied him.

Her smile was pure wildness when she replied, “I like it that way.”

He gave her a sardonic smile. “Let’s talk aboutyourlineage.”

“What of it?”

“Luka told us of your visions,” Theon cut in, drawing her attention to him. “How he has been getting pulled into them.”

She listened while he filled her in on their trip to the Ekayan Island. Luka had told her much of this already, but the brief refresher was nice.

“So what does all this mean for me?” Tessa asked, flicking through pages of notes.

“That you are not supposed to exist,” Razik said.

Theon and Luka both rumbled a sound, and Tessa dragged her eyes to the male across the table.

“If she can be blunt, so can I,” he said, completely unfazed. “It was not meant to be an insult. It is simply a fact. You are the combination of four powerful bloodlines. Two of those lines were never meant to cross. It makes sense that crossing those powers would alter others.”

“What do you mean alter powers?” Tessa asked, sitting back in her chair and drumming her fingers again.

“The gifts from the Achaz line and Zinta line are clear,” Theon explained. “But that is only half your heritage, Tessa. You have Arius and Serafina gifts as well.”

“I’m aware,” she replied coldly.

“Are you? Because you never use them.”

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