"No, I did not."
"Oh." I hesitated. "Why the hell not?"
He waved the question away. "The Razan?"
"There was only one there, but his name is Mark Jackson, and he was the one we knocked unconscious in the tunnel."
"Why are you so sure he is Lucian's Razan?"
"Because there's no one else he could belong to."
"Your father—"
"Would not be dealing with a dark sorcerer. I might not be sure of much, but I'm pretty sure of that." I shrugged. "Lucian was his chrání, and you said yourself that they often shared the same markings as their masters."
"It would be interesting to uncover whether—if Jackson is the Aedh's chrání—he was a recent creation or one that was created before his power was ripped from him by the Razan."
I frowned. "What difference would it make?"
"If before, then not much. If the latter"—he paused, something close to hatred glimmering briefly in his eyes—"then he has thoroughly concealed his true self and is far more powerful—and dangerous—than I suspected."
"Meaning he could take on his energy form?"
He hesitated. "No. There is no doubt he has been trapped in flesh form for eons. But it is possible he could not only take on partial form, but have all his other powers available as well."
I frowned. "What sort of powers would we be talking about?"
"The ability to use magic, for a start. The Raziq are proficient in its use—they have to be, as masters of the gates."