Page 207 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“We destroy this one last,” she murmured, already looking over the carvings.
One of her dark daggers appeared in her hand, and Luka caught her wrist before she sliced her palm. “You call Scarlett, Tessa. No one else.”
She grinned up at him, that eerie, wicked smile that told him she was a little caught up in her power.
“How do we know which one it is?” Theon asked, leaning in to peer closer at the etchings.
“We don’t,” Tessa said with a shrug.
Before either of them could stop her, she slid the blade across her palm and smeared her blood, not on the markings, but on the glass itself.
“Tessa!” Luka barked, but there wasn’t anything to be done now.
The mirror was crackling, swirling with gold and silver, light and dark. She stepped back, watching it all, and Luka and Theon stepped to her sides.
Luka was barely breathing because what had she been thinking? Anyone or anything could answer her call.
And it wasn’t a silver-haired female that appeared in the mirror after a few minutes, but a white, silver-haired male. That hair reached just past his shoulders, silver eyes staring back at them. Beside him stood a female. She was quite a bit shorter than the male, and her black hair was long, reaching nearly to her waist. Her skin was darker, not as dark as Kat’s, but a warm brown hue. Her amber eyes seemed to search for something, but they swirled a little. Just like?—
“Auryon?” Tessa breathed, stepping closer.
“It’s not her, Tessa,” Theon said gently, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Her eyes are different.”
“Who are you?” the male in the mirror asked.
“You first,” Theon retorted, straightening to his full height.
“Not you,” the female said dismissively. “You.”
She was looking straight at Luka, and he stared back, stoic and unmoving.
The female didn’t appear to care, peering up at the male. “It has to be him. They look too similar for it not to be.”
“Wait, do you know Razik?” Tessa asked, stepping closer once more.
Both of their attention snapped to her. “Is he there with you? Where is he?” the male demanded.
“He’s here, but he’s not with us,” Tessa answered. “You are from his world? You know Scarlett?”
The male stiffened, eyes narrowing. “What business do you have with her?”
But the female was lifting a hand, a swirl of ashes fluttering, and seconds later, Scarlett appeared, Sorin with her.
“Where are they?” Scarlett demanded, shifting as though it would help her see different angles beyond the mirror.
“Not here,” Tessa said again. “Who are they?”
“My brother and his wife,” she answered.
“They appear worried about Razik,” Tessa said, eyeing them all.
“We’reallworried about them,” Scarlett replied. “It’s been months.”
The black-haired female stepped closer again. “But he is well? Can we see him?”
“I’m sorry,” Tessa answered gently. “He’s not here, but he is well. Both he and Eliza are well.”
She nodded once, and the male slid his hand around her waist. “Soon, Lia. He’ll be back soon.”
