Page 155 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

Razik took the hint and finally deigned to acknowledge them. Sapphire eyes that mirrored his own slid from him to Theon with hardly a glance before he went back to his book.

That was it?

“Raz,” Eliza said, reaching over and closing the book.

They clearly had some sort of conversation down their bond that Theon had explained to him because a moment later, Razik turned in his chair to face them fully.

“How many years are you?” he asked, pinning Luka with a dominant stare.

“Twenty-nine,” Luka replied in his usual bored tone. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-nine?” Eliza repeated, her eyes going wide while Razik continued to stare at him. “That’s it?”

She had reached up, curling her fingers around Razik’s arm where it was resting on the back of her chair.

“Were you born here?” Razik asked tightly.

“I don’t think so, but all my memories are from here,” Luka answered.

“And your parents?” Eliza asked, Razik tensing at the question.

“Died when I was young. I scarcely remember them.”

Eliza tipped her head back to see Razik. “That doesn’t mean?—”

“Your father. What was his name?” Razik cut in.

Luka crossed his arms, holding his stare. “You first.”

“By the gods, this isn’t a pissing match between the two of you,” Eliza grumbled. “Just tell him, Raz.”

“Myfather’sname is Tybalt Greybane,” Razik said tightly, and something in Luka’s chest fell at that. Until he added, “But the male who sired me is named Xan.”

“You are sure?” Luka asked in disbelief.

“Am I sure of the name of the male who didn’t want me and left me with my uncle in another world, never to be heard from again? Yes, I’m sure,” he said.

Luka didn’t know what to say to that. He had a handful of memories he could latch onto when it came to his parents, but a heartless male who didn’t care was not one of them.

“And your mother?” Luka asked, his mouth dry as he waited for this answer. Half-siblings for certain, but full-blooded?

Razik’s fingers flexed on the back of the chair, his tone tight and forced when he answered, “Aiyana.”

“Maybe we should sit,” Theon suggested.

Luka moved forward mechanically, sinking into a chair down the table from Razik and Eliza. A full-blooded sibling. He had an older brother.

“How old are you?” Luka asked again.

“Much older than you,” Razik retorted.

“Centuries older,” Eliza supplied.

“Centuries?” Theon repeated.

The Fae nodded.

“I am assuming by the way the blood drained from your face that those were the names of your parents as well,” Eliza said.

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