Page 157 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

That was a fair point.

“I guess we don’t, but Tessa had clearly seen her before,” Luka answered. He debated whether or not to tell them the next part. This guy had been a dick from the moment they’d stepped into this room, but curiosity got the better of him. “Lilura wasn’t the only one in the vision.”

Razik had pulled a book toward him, flipping pages as he muttered, “Well don’t keep us in suspense.”

This fucker.

“Someone in the vision knew you. Thought Iwasyou,” Luka ground out.

That had Razik slowly lifting his head, and it took all of Luka’s self-control not to send him a satisfied smirk.

“Who?” Razik demanded.

“Never said her name. But she could shift fully into a dragon. Said the last time she saw you, the two of you had barely started walking,” Luka answered. “Purple hair. Nearly crimson eyes.”

Eliza turned to Razik with a questioning look. “Raz?”

The male’s eyes were narrowed, studying Luka who held his stare without backing down. “You were in the sky,” Razik said.

Luka nodded. “It seemed to be a floating island of some sort. There were others in the distance. And another dragon she went to…deal with. Her words.”

“Razik,” Eliza snapped in irritation. “Who is she?”

“Her name is Saylor. She’s a cousin from another line of Sargon if it was truly her,” he answered. “But she’s not someone who could alter a vision.”

“And where were they?” Theon asked.

“Nordrir,” Razik answered. “Only now it’s known as The Requiem.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Theon said, his brow furrowing as he tried to follow all the new information being laid before them.

“Nordrir is Razik’s home world,” Eliza said. “All the dragons’ home world actually. But they were hunted. Many who survived left the realm and went into hiding.”

“Why is Tessa having visions of there?” Razik asked.

Luka stared at him in confusion. “Why would I know that?”

“You were in her vision.”

“That I came to askyouabout. I don’t even know how I’m getting into her dreams or visions or whatever the fuck they are,” he retorted.

Razik sat up straighter. “Whatever the fuck they are. What if they’re exactly that?”

“Once again, no one understands your random revelations without an explanation, Raz,” Eliza sighed, and Luka held in his huff of amusement. How many times had he said something similar to Theon?

“She is the granddaughter of Arius, right? Like Scarlett,” Razik said. Eliza nodded. “Because Scarlett is a direct descendant, she is more powerful. She has gifts of Arius, Serafina,andSaylah. What are Tessa’s gifts?”

“She favors her Achaz gifts,” Luka said, rubbing at his jaw.

“And her father is Temural, so we’d need to interchange the gifts from Saylah with the gifts from him,” Theon added, that thread of excitement creeping into his voice. It always did when they are on the verge of uncovering something important.

“Saylah is the goddess of night and shadows. The shadows come from Arius and were passed down to Saylah,” Eliza said.

Theon shook his head. “Arius and Serafina. I’ve never seen her use any of their gifts. Luka’s right. She leans on her Achaz magic. She despises her Arius lineage.”

“But the lightning and weather? That isn’t any of them,” Razik said, hand smoothing along his jaw in thought.

“This is stupid. How are we once again back to trying to figure out her lineage?” Luka asked.

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