He’s a blank. There’s nothing. No thoughts, insights, reveals. Nothing. #MMRomance #SciFiRomance #MFRWhooks #EnterTheEmpire

In a world where ability shapes destiny, a tense conversation unfolds. Izzorah's a "blank," which hints at extraordinary potential, but his gifts remain shrouded in mystery. Izzorah is unique and his rare designation opens unexpected doors. Drawn into a web of expectations and uncertainty, Izzorah must navigate unfamiliar ground.

Once in 12k years

Pietas turned toward Joss. "About Izzorah's gifts. You say he has Charm and whatever this new thing is called. Izzorah, what do you call it?"

"Kahlah."

"Likely only Kin will have it." Pietas tossed back his long hair. "But it will be useful for interrogations."

"Yes, my king." Joss shot Izzorah a warm smile. "As good as my telepathy, or better. He seems to understand the direction thoughts are taking, where I rely on flashes of insight. Izzorah, do all Kin have this level of ability?"

"No. Trust me. I'm unique."

Pietas tapped a finger against his lips. "And he has no other ability?"

"That's the thing." Joss released Pietas and came closer to Izzorah. "I know about the Charm because it has a physical sensation, but the rest of it, his kahlah, for example, I can't sense that at all. If he has another gift of any type, I can't see it. He's a blank. There's nothing. No thoughts, no insights, no reveals. Not one thing. There's only been one other like him ever. At least in my life."

"You mean..." Pietas looked delighted but reeked of anger. "He's a plenos?"

"Might be. Time will tell." She and Pietas looked at Izzorah.

"Um..." He swallowed. "I'm a what?"

"A plenos," Joss repeated.

"Is that bad?"

"It's wonderful, Izzorah." She rested a hand on his arm. "But it's such a rare gift that in over twelve thousand years I've only met one other."

Pietas turned his head. In this lighting, Izzorah would have sworn there were tears in his eyes. The man gripped Joss's hand. "So long," he whispered. "So long."

"I know." She touched his cheek. "We'll soon know for sure." To Izzorah, she said, "A plenos can enhance the gifts of others. We all have latent gifts. Things we can do but aren't good at. Being around you may help us develop those."

"Was the other one a Kin, like me?"

"Human. And you"— Pietas turned toward him —"are made from the last scraps of his DNA."