LADY BAEVERA
I hated being cornered, but strangely, I did not feel trapped. It was, unsettlingly.
Revandrel was larger than most males, more alpha than many in scent, build, and dominance. Yet he did not trigger my scaredy-cat instincts.
Too many strange things had begun to surface around this male, and I no longer knew what to do with any of it.
“Baevera?” he growled.
Right. His question.
“My mother was a succubus–syren.” I answered at last.
Silence.
“Oookay… that makes you Urekai. Our kind have very dominant genes: mated to a human-syren, you birth a Urekai. A mage-syren? Urekai child,” he educated me in a slow, placating voice, as though he was explaining to a particularly dense child something she ought to have known since birth. “So, your late mother being a succubus does n
