“A creature that has no true magic unless it is connected to a powerful source. Loma is vyrak. Abram the God of Fates thought he wiped them all out—per the heavens request. Loma’s family hid away though, and now they are part of a bigger problem. They are helping Gilyx try to take over the realm.”
“What does this have to do with me?”
“Abram must get rid of vyrak before they kill everything.”
Farris looked over at me with a look of discomfort. Her eyes stayed toward the floor as if she was ashamed. But then she looked up, and I saw her crying silently.
“You have to help me. That is why we were brought together—why my mother warned me of you when I was a child. You have a duty to me.”
I shook my head, trying to understand what was happening.
“So what is my duty?”
“I am in love with a god,” she confessed.
“I’m sorry, but if you tell me it’s Abram, I will lose my fucking mind.” I stared at her intently.
Her lips titled into an amused smirk.
“No, Ezra, God of Souls.” She looked me dead in my eyes.
Her name finally clicked into place.
“You’re the woman who broke Ezra’s heart?”
“Yes.” Her face contorted with grief. “And that is the problem. Ezra loves me so much that he is going to stop Abram from doing what he needs to, but we can't let that happen. That is where you come in.”
I had so many questions, but she didn’t let me ask any of them as she kept talking.
“Abram is going to try and change fate, but to do so, he is risking everything. In order for everything to work out, he must kill the last vyrak family in the realm.”
I shook my head, trying to wrap my mind around all of this.
“You are destined to kill them, you and the storm that lives within you.”
“Nyxthra?”
She nodded. “Ezra will try and stop it because a vyrak is attached to me, using my magic to feed himself… my husband. Killing him will have unknown consequences. Your duty is to make sure Ezra doesn’t interfere. When the time comes, you will use that storm inside of you to end the vyrak bloodline.”
“Ezra will be destroyed if something happens to you,” I argued.
“I know.” She swallowed. “But this is bigger than me. They are a big part of Gilyx gaining control over the other realms, and if that happens we all die.”
“How do you know all of this? What are you?”
“Thomas,” she said with a small smile, sweeping her hair back to reveal pointed fae ears. “I am fae.”
“One other thing, Elowyn.” Her shaky fingertips brushed mine, and for the briefest second, the air shimmered—like the veil between this realm and something older had thinned. “If it comes down to saving me or Ezra, you must save him. Promise me.”
I shook my head.
“Promise me. It is why we have the matching marks. You and I are tied together, because you will do what needs to be done. You will save him over me if it is needed.”
I glanced at her. That is what the tattoos meant?
“I promise.”
She sighed heavily as she nodded.
