Legacy (Lycan Series: #4)

VII

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  Cause that truth hurts, and those lies heal

And you can't sleep thinking that he lies still

So you cry still, tears all in the pillow case

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I turned around in shock. "Why would you have night terrors about the Lumescents?"

Tempest, for once, shut up. Right when I needed his constant babble to explain the situation. 

"Temp." I said in a warning tone. "Tell me."

"I can't." he snapped bitterly, "Even if I wanted to, I literally cannot. I've been bound not to say anything."

I hooked my thumb over my shoulder to the Reaper and Nymph. "Then how do they know?"

Tempest scowled. "I never had to tell them. Kendra knows because of the prophecy and Kristos knows because of Auguste."

I narrowed my eyes, getting a sense that there was more to the story than what he was revealing. "Earlier when I mentioned never meeting a Lycan made by the Lumescents, you said that my mom was the only one who 'knew'. What does she know? What do all of them know that I don't."

Tempest crossed his arms. "I can't tell you so I don't even know why you're asking."

"And we won't tell you," Kristos pitched in. 

"It's not our secret to tell." Kendra sighed. "I'm sure you understand. Besides, it's a dangerous thing that we can't just spread around."

I glared at her. "Right, because I'm the type to blurt out secrets to the general public?"

She returned my glare. "Stop. You know that it's not like that."

"Isn't it?" I cried out. "I'm about to embark on a life or death journey and neither of you will tell me why I almost died due to Tempest's night terrors."

Kristos and Tempest had brief eye contact before Tempest shouldered his way out of the room, taking Kristos with him to heal his bite. Kendra pulled me over to her and Kristos' room. 

She tossed me a longsleeve green shirt and black jeans. "Change. Meet me downstairs, and we'll all talk about what's really going on."

I frowned as I held up the clothes. "What do you mean?"

She paused at the door, "The prophecy isn't just about you, Lux. You may be the central focus, but there are always others involved. In this case, Tempest is one of those people involved."

After changing, I folded Tempest's shirt and kept it in my room since his was waterlogged, the bed itself sopping to the touch.

Taking the winding staircase two steps at a time, I could see Kristos dabbing at my bite with a cotton swab that reeked with alcohol. 

"I'm sorry," I muttered, noticing how deep the holes were where my fangs embedded into his skin.

He glanced at me under thick soot eyelashes but shook his head. "It's fine. I'd rather you have bitten me than to have woken and seen your dead body."

Kendra gestured for me to sit at high stools next to the island. Tempest was still getting patched up by Kristos on the other side when Kendra took a seat next to me and began.