"I'm going to start on the tower in a few months," Syris said, leading him back toward the Temple of Teleportation. "Master says that I won't reach my full potential if I don't experience true battle."
Altair felt some way about that. "I don't like it that you get to spend more time with my dad than I do."
Syris's footsteps paused midstep, continuing with her laughter ringing across the hall. She threw herself around Altair and kissed his cheek. "You know… if we are to marry, then that would make him my dad too."
That made Altair snort. He knew he was behaving childishly, but for some reason, he was a little jealous. Ever since he was a boy, Tenebrae had told him stories about his father. She had never spoken of him by name, but the stories she had told him planted a seed in his mind—a seed of curiosity he couldn't deny.