Who the heck was Tez, really? Because I was infernally sure he was something much more than what he’d portrayed himself as. Every time I was around him, my instincts, such as they were, fired like mad.
What it meant, I had zero idea. Even if I’d had my Dragon and all my memories, I might not have had any idea why he set my teeth on edge. Except, of course, for the fact he’d handed the fight instructor his balls.
Well, not quite. But Tez had fought like a demon possessed, and although Cody had loved every minute of it, by the end, it was clear who was the better of the two.
Where had Tez learned to fight like that? He’d said his grandmother had taught him. Who in the heck had she been?
He dazzled Breana, that I knew. She sat beside me, with the sheathed sword resting between her knees. My hand itched to reclaim it, as though the sword was an addiction I couldn’t kick.
Of course, my hand also itched to touch my most major desire. The sword was one issue, but resisting Breana was even harder. And as the minutes ticked by, increasingly impossible. She was only inches away, and I could feel the heat of her body straight through the clothes I wore. By the time the class bell rang, I was in something of a state.
I almost injured myself by shooting to my feet, and I had to turn away from inquiring female eyes to adjust a few things. I needed to escape, but Sid was between me and the aisle, and that mountain was impossible to get past. So I was forced to meet Breana’s gaze as she rose with a raised brow.
“You in a rush?”
“I have something to do,” I said, focusing on my wish to talk to Tyrez. “I will see you at supper.”
She wasn’t deceived, and I caught the subtle flash of hurt in her gaze. It galvanized me to vault over the seat back, taking advantage of the faster moving students behind us to make it to the aisle, and then up the steps to the door.
Tyrez. I needed to see my brother.
I had no idea where he might be. Didn’t even know where his suite was. Cara would know, so I’d start with her.
When she opened the door to my knock, I discovered she wasn’t alone. I was surprised to find the Oracle sitting at the table.
He had a cup of tea with him, but it sat untouched. And the look in his eyes as I entered the room stopped me cold.
A flash of pain, so pure and deep, twisted my own heart. Why was he here? Even though he could surely answer my questionabout his mate, I turned away from what radiated from him to address the Watcher. “I need to find Tyrez.”
Why did she not look surprised? She glanced at Ash.
He answered from the table. “He’s out flying. If you go to the roof and shout, he’ll hear you.”
They were mates, so he’d know where Tyrez was. No guarantee that my brother would come if I yelled, though. But then I remembered who Ash really was.
The Oracle.
They both stared at me, and I swear Ash had his soul in his eyes. My skin prickled. When neither of them said anything more, I spun and left.
Freaky was the only possible word for the atmosphere in that room.
I ascended the stairs to the roof. The afternoon sun’s heat radiated off the stone, and I had the sudden insane urge to stretch out on it and bask. Instead, I shaded my eyes and scanned the sky.
Against the clouds—a distinctive shape. I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted his name.
For an instant, despite Ash’s assurances, I didn’t think Tyrez would answer my call. I knew he was avoiding being near me in public. But I was alone on the roof—and the form banked to fly closer.
A moment later, I stood aside as the wind “cracked” against wing, and he dropped to a perfect landing on the roof. But he stayed a Dragon, his enormous turquoise form looming over me.
I’d meant to launch straight into the funeral discussion, but what came out when I opened my mouth was, “Mykal came to see me.”
His turquoise eyes widened in alarm. “When?”
“Early this morning. Don’t worry, Cara oversaw his visit, so no one was any the wiser.”
He relaxed, but only marginally. “Hes shouldn’t have dones that.”
“Cara said our family is stubborn.”
