Page 259 of The Sins of Silas

Seeing Igon in his twenties was…wild. He was handsome—incredibly handsome. His raven hair was kept shorter, and his face was clean-shaven, showing off a sharp jawline. He was fit as an older man, but his body seemed even more toned in his twenties, his skin a sandy tan.

Like always, there was a familiarity to him.

“I was supposed to take it,” she explained.

He raised a brow, and his amber eyes glanced down at the book.

“You were supposed to take a book on Otacian history?” Then his eyes widened. “My goodness, Kayin.” He squatted down, his hands going to the little girl’s arms. “Are you having visions?”

She tilted her head to the side, a puzzled look on her face. She had to be only five years old.

“Otacia will be my home one day,” she said.

Igon blinked rapidly before his gaze dropped to the book. “If you have any more, please tell me, okay?” His eyes trailed back to Kayin’s, and he offered her a warm smile.

“Yes, papa.”

My eyes shot to Torrin’s, whose own expression mirrored mine.

Igon…Igon had a child? He was Kayin’s father…which meant—

Our surroundings swirled around us, changing before I could finish my thoughts to Torrin. When I beheld the next image, I nearly fell to the ground.

The surprising part of this next vision wasn’t that Kayin was a teenager now. No, it was that finally, after all this time, I knew exactly who she was.

“Holy Gods,” Torrin breathed, and Silas went wholly still.

Kayin wasn’t just Igon’s daughter.

She wasn’t just your typical Mage with silky black hair and stunning sapphire eyes.

Kayin was Ryia La’Rune.

Kayin was Silas’s mother.

Chapter Seventy-Two

LENA

My eyes couldn’t possibly be wider. They shot over to Silas, who returned the same bewildered expression.

I couldn’t believe it. My thoughts jumbled to that night…the night shedied.

I just spoke to her a few months ago. How is this possible?!

We were in Igon's study in Ames. A golden glow was emitting from Kayin's palms, healing a wound on Igon’s arm. Her dark hair was tucked behind her pointed ear.

His hair was still black, free of greys, but a light dusting of facial hair was on his face.

I now realized, looking into his eyes, that they weren’t just topaz.

They were golden.

“You need to be more careful,” she said quietly tohim.

He laughed, his voice unserious as he replied, “I will be just fine, you know this. You’ve seen it.”

Golden…and that’s why his smile was always so familiar. He looked like Silas.

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