The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

I turned to the wolven as Casteel made a choking sound
again. “It is not my favorite book.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of if it is,” he said with an
indifferent shrug, but I tasted his sugary amusement.
“A sex book?” Jasper repeated. I was going to wither up
and die right here.
Kieran nodded. “Cas was just saying he thought Willa
might be an Atlantian because of a—”
“Okay,” I cut in before Kieran or Casteel could go into
that further. “None of that is really important right now.”
“Oh, I disagree.” Casteel stretched over, placing his
drink on a small table by the settee. “Is Willa an elemental?
Something else? And you had no idea that Miss Willa Colyns
is a popular biographer of a certain aspect of her life in
Solis?”
Gods, I hated all of them right now. I hated myself even
more for wanting to know the answers.
“She’s of the changeling bloodline, I believe,” Jasper
answered, his forehead creasing. “Though sometimes I
wonder about that. But no, I didn’t know that. Explains a lot,
though, now that I think about it.”
Kieran’s lip curled, but Casteel looked even more
interested in what that meant. I held up my hand and said,
“Why would she know about Iliseeum?”
“Because Willa is old,” Jasper said. “She is the oldest
changeling that I know of. She is one of Atlantia’s Elders.”
“How old is oldest?” I prodded.
He raised a brow. “Pushing two thousand years old.”
“W-what?” I stuttered, thinking of Cillian Da’Lahon, who
The History of The War of Two Kings and the Kingdom of
Solis claimed saw over two thousand and seven hundred
years before his death. “Is that common? To live that long?”
Jasper nodded. “In times of peace and prosperity, yes.”
“And, yes, a wolven can live that long, too,” Kieran
chimed in before I could ask.