The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

I really didn’t want them to continue discussing what my
blood tasted like. “Delano thought he heard me calling him
when I was imprisoned in that room in New Haven—”
“For your safety,” Casteel tacked on.
I ignored his comment, still annoyed at being kept in
that room. “I was feeling rather…emotional at the time. Is
that what the summoning thing is? Were you reacting to my
emotions?”
Kieran nodded. “In a way, yes. It’s similar to the bond
we have with the Atlantians. Extreme emotion was often an
alert that the one we were bonded to was threatened. We
could sense that emotion.”
I thought about that. “There were shocks of static
whenever some wolven touched me,” I murmured. The
signs had been there, but like Casteel’s mother had said,
why would anyone suspect this when the last of the deities
had died out ages ago? It seemed to have even confused
Alastir—the extent of my…powers. But how could I not have
other amazing abilities if I was indeed a descendant of the
King of Gods?
Well, killing people by turning their emotions back on
them would probably count as an amazing ability—a scary
one—but why couldn’t I morph into something like a
dragon?
That would be incredible.
“Am I really descended from Nyktos? Alastir said I was,
but since Nyktos is the father of the gods—”
“That is the figure of speech,” Casteel corrected.
“Nyktos isn’t the actual father of the gods. He is the King of
them. Alastir spoke the truth, or at least he spoke what he
believed to be true,” he said, his jaw hardening.
I exhaled heavily. “Why could I even do what I did in the
Chambers? What changed? The Culling?” I asked,
referencing the process the Atlantians went through when
they no longer aged like mortals and began to develop
heightened senses, along with undergoing numerous