The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

“Very few who are still alive.” Jasper drew a finger over
the stubble covering his chin. “I believe Hisa knows. As does
Dominik—another of the commanders.”
“I remember him. He’s one of the oldest elementals,”
Casteel told me, lifting his glass as his gaze flicked back to
Jasper. “Is he in Saion’s Cove?”
“He’s in Evaemon, as far as I know. Or just outside of the
capital,” he explained. “I imagine Wilhelmina knows—”
Casteel choked on his drink as my mouth dropped open.
Jasper’s eyes narrowed. “You okay over there?”
“Wait,” Casteel coughed again, eyes watering. “Wait a
godsdamn second. Wilhelmina? Who is Wilhelmina?”
Jasper frowned, clearly confused. “You never met Willa?”
Oh, my gods. There was no way.
“What is her last name?” Casteel asked.
Please don’t say Colyns. Please don’t say Colyns, I
repeated over and over as Kieran’s father stared at Casteel
as if he’d lost his mind. “I think it’s Colyns.”
My jaw was now in my lap. Godsdamnit, Casteel’s
theory had been right. Miss Willa was an Atlantian. I couldn’t
believe it—wait. Did that mean she was here, in Atlantia?
Oh, wow, if so, I had…so many questions for her.
“Last I heard, she was in Evaemon, or nearby in Aegea,”
Jasper answered.
Casteel slowly turned to me, his lips curving into a smile
wide enough that his dimples had already appeared. “I can’t
say I’ve met her personally, but Poppy might—”
“I have never met her!” I all but shouted as I twisted
toward him, punching his thigh.
“Ouch.” Leaning away from me, he rubbed his leg as he
laughed.
“What is going on with you two?” Jasper asked.
“Apparently, there’s a Willa who wrote a sex diary of
some sort,” Kieran said with a sigh. “It’s Poppy’s favorite
book or something.”