The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

Crown—knew that one of your parents was a descendant of
Atlantia.”
“And that leaves us with the question of why they
weren’t used in the same fashion as all the others
descended from Atlantia,” I murmured, sighing. One
possible answer or question just led to another. It made my
head hurt.
And my heart, too.
“Before those things showed up tonight, you asked how
it was possible for your abilities to be this strong—how they
were this strong even before Cas Ascended you.” Kieran
drew my gaze to him. “One of your parents had to be a fullblooded
Atlantian.”
“But how is that possible if I’m descended from Malec?
His offspring with a mistress would’ve been mortal. And if
my mother was a Handmaiden, it couldn’t have been her,
right?” I looked at Casteel.
“I would think not,” he answered, tossing the towel into
the hamper. “None I saw were, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t
possible—possibly implausible, but not impossible.”
“And I look like my mother,” I told them. “Except for my
eyes.”
“Your father?” Kieran asked, even though I was sure
we’d had this conversation before.
“He was from Carsodonia, just like my mother was,” I
answered.
“I know you don’t like to hear this,” Kieran started, and I
stiffened, knowing where he was going with this, “but that’s
all assuming that your parents were your birth parents. Or
—” he quickly added when I opened my mouth. “Or what
you remember, what you were told about who your parents
were, simply wasn’t the truth.”