Malrik POV

“Do either of you carry the ability?” I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on Ansel.

He shook his head. “Neither of us inherited it. Maybe it skipped our generation.”

Maybe. But I wasn’t convinced.

If Tavrix’s gift had been faint, perhaps the pull of it hadn’t been strong enough to pass on. Orielle, though she had always been the stronger sibling. She had passed that trait to her daughter. To Dravina.

And yet Dravina’s compulsion was weak too, barely controlled. ...