Page 114 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

“So possessive of your Fae,” Giselle tsked.

“Not possessive, but protective of what is my responsibility to keep safe,” he replied, his magic trembling with the desire to speed this along.

“Like your people,” she commented.

“Yes, like my people.”

“And your family.”

“Yes,” he gritted out.

“Glad you see it that way,” she continued. “Because we are also very protective of what isourresponsibility to keep safe. Like our people. And our family.”

A small, knowing smirk pulled at the corner of her lips when Kylian spoke. “And what of your companions? Aretheywilling to pay such a price?”

“You negotiate with me,” Theon said sharply.

Kylian’s sharp smile had every part of him on high alert as something wild and predatory entered his eyes. His eyes shifted to feline pupils when he said, “A bargain then, young Legacy.”

By the gods. All these fucking bargains being made left and right. Eventually, this was going to catch up to them.

“State your desired terms,” Theon said.

“Find our missing Shifter Prince.”

Theon once again blinked at him until all he managed to say was, “I was unaware one of your children was missing.”

“My children are all accounted for,” Kylian replied. Those feline eyes slid to Tristyn. “My sister’s child, however, is not.”

Theon turned to Tristyn, finding him staring at the Shifter Alpha in horror. Theon had never seen the male so unpoised.

“You never told me there was a child,” Tristyn said.

“It wasn’t your business to know,” Kylian replied coldly. “But it seems we have also reached desperate times.”

“I need someone to fill me in here,” Theon said, looking between the two males before he turned to Giselle. “How and when?”

“I think Tristyn can fill you in on the how. As for the when, twenty-three years ago,” Giselle said, her features hardening.

“And how, exactly, am I supposed to find him?” Theon asked.

The small smirk returned. “I suppose it is a good thing you brought Tristyn along after all. Between him and his sister, you should be able to come up with something.”

“Sister?” Theon repeated, once again turning to Tristyn.

But he was glaring at the Shifters. “Thanks for that,” Tristyn ground out.

“I would call it karma, but truly, it’s just vengeance,” Giselle replied sweetly.

The moment they reappeared inside the penthouse of the high rise, Theon rounded on Tristyn.

“You couldn’t have said somethingbeforewe came here?” Theon demanded, his darkness whipping out and latchingonto the male. “Or, you know,anyof the times we’ve had interactions.”

Tristyn looked from him to the black threads wrapped around him then back again. There was no mistaking the way his russet eyes took on a sage green glow before Theon’s power stuttered as if confused. It slowly loosened, despite Theon’s hold on it, but his magic resisted, as though there wasn’t a threat standing before them.

“Everyone believes the god of peace and serenity is just that. Peaceful. Calm. The god everyone would pray to in the midst of war and conflict,” Tristyn said, his tone low and forceful. “The thing no one realizes is that he is just as cunning as any god. He can be just as cruel when he makes everyone around him feel serene and relaxed just so he can shove a blade into their back.”

It took a minute to process those words, his brain feeling sluggish and lax, but when he did, he found Tristyn idly twirling a dagger between his fingers.

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