Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance (The Legacy, #3)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

“You think I don’t know what you need?” he asked with a smirk that was all predator. “I know exactly what you need, but I don’t think you know what you need. You accuse everyone of taking from you—when we both know that was one thing he never took from you—so now you need to ask for it.”

“I left because if I ever hurt you like I did before, I would not be able to live with myself. But what if there’s a next time, and there’s no one to stop me? What if I kill you? What if this child is born, and then it happens? That’s why I left, Katya. Because I would rather live a life without you, knowing you are healthy and whole, than live a life where I endanger you just by existing.”

“It’s more than a bond,” she interrupted, her frustration climbing as she said those words, knowing they would damn her. Her next words were a whisper. “It’s always been more than a bond.”

She wouldn’t look at him when she said in a rush, “If I fulfill my purpose, will I still be yours?” He stared down at her. At this female who had been a pain in his ass from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. At the cautious hope that lingered in her violet eyes, fully prepared to accept his rejection because she’d been rejected her entire life. Knowing the words would mean more to her than any declaration of feeling or love, Luka said, “My loyalty is to you, Tessa.”

Do and sacrifice whatever was necessary. Not for a kingdom or for her master. But for a little girl named Priya.

“You wanted to be a monster? Congratulations, Tessa. You succeeded.” He was moving towards a passage she hadn’t been down, walking away from her. “Wait!” she cried, taking a single step. “Where are you going?” “Away from you.” “What am I supposed to do?” “Go home, Tessa,” he snarled. “You never wanted to be here anyway.” “I don’t have a home,” she said, the words nearly a sob. “It sure as fuck isn’t here.”

Theon: I want you to know that despite all of this, I’ll still come for you.

“After all of this, all of your promises about keeping me, you are just going to give me up?” He smiled then, a soft thing he’d only ever give to her. “No, beautiful. I am going to give up Devram.”

“Tessalyn Ausra, I would sacrifice all the realms and all the stars for you. You are perfectly wild. Perfectly untamed. You were not made to be caged, nor were you made to be a sacrifice for a realm that does not deserve such a gift. You were made to live in the light. Go live, little storm.”

Because he was a god, but she was a Fury. And her daughter? She was Chaos.