Page 250 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
She shrugged, her head tilting. “I am keen to meet this Bree.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Axel muttered.
“I could just…take care of her,” Tessa added.
“Everyone seems pretty convinced that can’t be done for some reason.”
“We don’t think she’s from here,” Kat added. “Rayell and Cade said she’s the oldest being they know of in all of Devram.”
“That’s silly. Cienna and Tristyn have to be older,” Tessa murmured, her power still swirling.
Axel blinked at her statement, then turned to Kat. “Is there a reason we haven’t asked them?”
She looked just as alarmed. “I suppose we’ve been a little preoccupied,” she answered slowly.
Saying nothing else, Tessa lifted a hand, a swirl of chaos appearing while her magic continued…whatever it was doing.
“What do you think she is?” Theon asked, attention back on Kat.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, pacing again. “She said some things at that dinner, but it doesn’t seem to fit.”
“What kinds of things?”
“About the Fates watching all the power players. She’s also the one who told us we can’t kill her. That we have no idea what we’re dealing with,” Kat answered.
“The fucking Fates,” Tessa muttered, making her way around the table. “I’d kill them all if I could.”
“Tessa, what in the name of Sargon are you doing?” Luka finally asked.
She glanced up at her name, blinking as though she’d been lost to something. “Nothing.” When he gave her a frank look, she sighed. “Sometimes my power finds things for me.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Are you saying your magic is…reading all of that?” Theon asked, coming closer.
She looked up at him, her eyes moving from Maddox and back to the papers. “Sort of. I’m not absorbing anything, but if it’s something of importance, I kind of just…know.”
“How long have you been able to do this?” he demanded, but before Tessa could answer, the door opened once more and Tristyn strode in, his usual cocky smirk in place.
“You called, wild fury?” he asked, hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket. He had a messenger bag draped across his chest.
“How old are you?” Tessa asked.
He barked a laugh. “You summoned me here to ask me that?”
“Notonlythat. Are you and Cienna the oldest beings in Devram?”
His brow bunched. “We’re some of them, yes.”
“But nottheoldest?”
“Tessa, where is this going?”
“We’re discussing Bree DelaCrux,” Axel cut in. “We have been told by a few people we cannot kill her.”
“You can’t,” Tristyn said simply.
“Do you know her?”
