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

by Melissa K. Roehrich

“My son is here with you? Separated from his Ward?” Tessa blinked in surprise. “That is your question?” The male only nodded, his eyes never leaving her. “Yes,” she answered. “He said Theon sent him to me, but I do not know if I believe him.” “Either way, there is only one instance that would allow him to put another before his Ward.” “And what is that?” The male tipped his head back, his eyes falling closed. She could swear a small smile played on his lips as he murmured more to himself than her, “She is going to hate this.”

Tessa, if you think I won’t leave the meeting I’m in right now to find you and spill the blood of anyone who got in my way, you’re underestimating what I mean when I say I protect what is mine,

“She’s going to be proud of you, you know,” Theon said to Roan as they continued their slow path. “She’ll get that smile on her face that she never lets anyone see. It’ll be a real one. She doesn’t do it often, so you better burn it into your memory when you see her again. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ll ever see, and I hope I’m there to witness it. Selfish, I know.”

Only him. If anyone else touches what is mine, death will be a mercy.

“We’re meant to destroy each other,” she whispered, the words pained and agonized. “Then destroy me, little storm.”

“Death has found me, and I have bound him to me,”

“But you’re too loyal,” she said in quiet acceptance. “And he is your family.” “He is my family,” he agreed. “But you? You are my light.” “You said yourself you are his Guardian, not mine,” she said, so much hope in those guarded words. His hand slid along her jaw, slipping into the golden hair she so often abused. “Baby girl, I’ve always been yours. I just didn’t understand it.”

“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.”