Alistair's expression hardened. Activating his probing skills, he saw a familiar warm energy around Skyler, mirroring what he'd observed around his mother. He knew the youth wasn't lying. What he said next was exactly what Skyler wanted to hear.
"Don't tell anyone. This is the royal family secret: the Queen is a half-dragon. I don't know much about that race—Mother never really spoke of it. But what I do know is that if you've really awakened that race, it would explain why your potential rose from 1-star and why you gained additional affinities."
Skyler nodded, the picture of obedience.
"I won't, I swear."
Still, if his grandmother was a half-dragon, then who was the angel in his family? Did he inherit his angel side from his father?
If so, that was really cool—damn!
Suddenly, a good idea lit up his mind, and Skyler fidgeted nervously with the cutlery.
"Umm... Uncle."
Alistair shot him a sharp look. He was already getting a headache due to him.
"What?"
