Page 129 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

“I’d tell you not to stand so close to the edge without your dragon nearby, but I guess I don’t need to.”

Tessa spun to find the female with the red-brown hair watching her with violet eyes. She wore the same outfit as before— fitted black pants, black top, and black boots with a cloak around her shoulders.

And standing a few feet away was Luka.

Tessa had seen him in her last few visions, but she could never figure out how he fit in. How was he here?

Sliding her gaze back to the female, she said, “Lilura, right?”

Her smile was razor-sharp. “Did you deliver my message?”

“How do you know Tristyn?”

“We don’t have time for such talk,” she replied.

Then she took a step forward and pressed her palms to Tessa’s temples.

“What the—” Tessa started, but before she could finish, Lilura was being pulled backwards and a warning snarl was coming from Luka.

Lilura looked up at him, unimpressed. “I know what she is to you, Son of Xan.”

“You know Luka?” Tessa asked, startled.

Almost as startled as Luka looked at being addressed in this vision.

“I don’t,” Lilura answered. “But she does.”

A second later, a purplish-black dragon soared up from beneath the island, sunlight glinting off her wings. The dragon let out a roar as she circled them, and Tessa was suddenly being yanked into Luka’s chest.

“Where are we?” Luka hissed into her ear, his vertical pupils honed in on the dragon.

“I don’t know,” she retorted. “How are you here?”

“I don’t know.”

They watched the dragon circle lower and lower until there was a pale flash of purple light and a female was striding toward them. She was in black pants and a long-sleeve blackshirt. More modern looking than Lilura. Her dark purple hair reached just past her shoulders, swaying as she strode toward them in black boots, and her eyes were a shade of brown that made them look crimson.

She stopped in front of them, her entire demeanor completely predatory, and it had Luka shoving Tessa behind him. Much to his annoyance, she peered around him to address the Shifter, “You know Luka?”

“Luka?” the female said. “That is not the name I knew him as, but we were scarcely walking the last time we saw each other.”

“What are you talking about?” Luka demanded. “I’ve never seen you before.”

She studied him, inching closer and inhaling deeply. “It was centuries ago, but?—”

“Then it was not me. I am only twenty-nine years,” he interrupted.

“Interesting,” she said, her head cocking to the side. “But your father is Xan? Were you once called Razik?”

Tessa’s mouth dropped open. This female knew Razik?

“No,” Luka said tightly.

“Enough of this,” Lilura cut in. “Before your Guardian intercepted?—”

“I’m not her Guardian,” Luka said at the same time Tessa said, “He’s not mine.”

“There is a sorceress altering your visions,” Lilura said, ignoring them both.

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