The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

asked as Casteel looked over his shoulder at me.
“A man is here to see you,” Delano answered, and
Casteel’s head snapped back to the fair-haired wolven.
“For what reason?” Casteel demanded as I joined them.
“Their child has been injured in a carriage accident,” he
told us. “She’s extremely—”
“Where is she?” My stomach dropped as I stepped
forward.
“In the city. It’s her father who’s here,” Delano began,
his gaze darting between Casteel and me. “But the girl—”
At once, the talk of the Crown, the Unseen, and
everything else fell to the wayside. There was no thinking
about what I could do to help. I brushed past him, my heart
thumping. I’d seen the results of carriage accidents in both
Masadonia and Carsodonia. They almost always ended
tragically for tiny bodies, and I’d never been allowed to step
in and ease their pain or fright.
“Dammit, Poppy.” A door slammed behind Casteel as he
entered the hall.
“Don’t try to stop me,” I tossed over my shoulder.
“I wasn’t planning to.” He and Delano easily caught up
with me. “I just don’t think you should go rushing out there
when the Unseen just tried to kill you last night.”
I looked over at Delano as I kept walking. “Did the
parents or the child have a face?”
His brows knitted at what definitely sounded like a weird
question. “Yes.”
“Then they’re obviously not Gyrms.”
“That doesn’t mean they aren’t part of the Unseen, or
change the fact that you should proceed with at least a
measure of caution,” Casteel countered. “Which, I know,
you are not on friendly terms with.”
I sent him a dark look.
He ignored it as we rounded a bend in the hall. “Is it just
the father?”
“Yes,” Delano answered. “He appears very desperate.”