Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance (Legacy, #3)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

And her daughter? She was so much more. She was wild and fury. Light and dark. Beginnings and endings. But while she was created from vengeance and Chaos, her daughter was created with all that and more. Her daughter was created out of something pure and selfless. Out of acceptance and understanding. Out of something unconditional and unbreakable. Out of something inevitable and uncontrollable. If she could find the same, she would know peace. She would be what she was created to be. Salvation and destruction. “It will take more than you and a child to ruin what I have built,” Achaz said, power flickering in his eyes, but nowhere else. “And if you continue down this path, it is destruction for all of you. Give me your ring, and let me save her. For you. I will bring her to you, and⁠—” Akira laughed. “I will not cage her, and he will come for me.” “Temural cannot come here.” She brushed a fingertip over the black stone in her ring. “He will always come for me.” “Not this time, daughter. I will never allow it.”