Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)(96)

"I can explain that," Rogan said.

"How did you figure it out?"

"I asked my mother. Rynda is an NPTN WC variant."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"NPTN is a gene responsible for coding neuroplastin, a protein. Some variants of the NPTN gene are linked to higher intelligence," Rogan explained. "Normally magic is passed on from parents to children, and it's hereditary in power and type, which is why we have Houses."

That made sense. If the parents were aquakinetics, water mages, their children likely would be water mages as well. There was some variation, but the talents didn't vary widely. Two water mages might have a child who is psychrokinetic, able to control ice, or mistukinetic, able to control mist and fog. But they wouldn't make a truthseeker, for example.

"People with NPTN WC variant roll the dice," Rogan said. "WC stands for wild card. Their children may or may not be magic, and those who have power are unpredictable. If Rynda's children have magic, it will likely be of a mental type. They might be empaths, telepaths, precogs, or harmonizers. There is no way to predict the exact nature of it. My father was willing to roll the dice with Rynda, because he was confident in our genetic line. He figured that at least one of my children would be a strong telekinetic, and if anyone could produce a telekinetic telepath, it would be Rynda."

"But most Primes don't want to play," I guessed. "Rynda could jeopardize the line."

Rogan grimaced. "Yes and no. Some Houses would jump on the chance for variation, but most of these marriages wouldn't be to the Head of the House. Heads of the House want their children to inherit the family throne. According to my mother, Olivia wouldn't settle for anything less for her daughter, which is why she hated me. I ruined her perfect plan by breaking the engagement."

"Brian offered all the right things," I thought out loud. "He was the Head of his House. He owned a thriving corporation which would secure income for the House. He was stable, focused on safety, low-key enough to not upset Rynda with wild emotional swings, and susceptible to pressure. I bet Olivia had invested in BioCore."

"You're thinking like a Prime again," Rogan said, appreciation in his eyes.

I nodded. "If he stepped out of line, she could apply pressure socially and financially. She was trying to keep her daughter safe." Olivia must've loved Rynda so much.




       
         
       
        
My mother sighed. "Your world is screwed up, Rogan."

"I know," he said quietly.

"And now my daughter is in it." Mom put the half-unraveled scarf down. "I'll finish in the morning."

She left.

"It's late for me too," Grandma Frida declared.

"Okay, okay," I grumbled. "We can take the hint."

Bernard got up and shut down the equipment. The screens went black. Bug jumped off his chair and trotted outside. Rogan dipped his head to look at me. The mask slipped, and Connor was looking at me. I caught a flash of the upstairs room, with the shroud of night sky spread above us. It was quick and faint, a mere shred of projection. He must've crushed it the instant he thought of it, but I caught it anyway.

Come home with me.

Of course I will, Connor.

I slipped closer to him, fitting myself in his arm. "I'm tired and my feet hurt."

He chuckled. "Want me to carry you?"

He could and probably would if I asked. "No. I have an image to maintain."

We walked out of the motor pool. The door rumbled shut behind us.

"What image is that?"

"According to Garen, I'm a young Victoria Tremaine, terrible and glorious."

"Would you like me to commission a golden palanquin for you?"

"Possibly." The night sky was endless above us. "I searched Rynda's house. I thought whatever they were looking for might be in the paintings Kyle made. It wasn't."

"Sorry," he said.

"The deadline is up tomorrow at four. We still have nothing."

"I know. One good thing came out of this mess. At least we don't have to worry about keeping that bastard alive. They're not going to kill him."

"And if they do, they would be doing us a favor," I finished.

"So vicious."

"This is the worst betrayal. It's worse than an affair. He's Rynda's husband. He didn't even have the guts to ask for a divorce."

"We'll get him," Rogan promised.

"How did it go in Austin?"

"The Ade-Afefe are thinking about it. That was the best I could do." His voice dripped with disappointment. "You win some, you lose some."