His Untouchable Omega
"But the catalyst it changed me, Lyra. It showed me the truth. The Silver line doesn't belong in cages. It belongs in control. And to take control, we need to merge the three generations."
The vision snapped. I was back in the snow, gasping for air.
Rowan was fighting the silver tentacles, his claws tearing at the muscle, but for every one he severed, two more grew. He was being pulled toward the opening in the Citadel’s shell a maw of pulsing lights and surgical steel.
"Julian’s son, the Broker, and the Queen," my mother announced, her arms raised to the descending gunships. "The Trinity is complete."
"I'm not part of your Trinity!" I roared.