The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

“Not sure,” Kieran said. “Nothing that I remember
reading ever said as much, and I don’t believe Nyktos’s
ability to shift was something passed on to his children.”
Of course, not. “What are their names?”
“Like with his Consort,” Casteel said, “they are not
known. Not even their genders.”
I raised a brow. “Let me guess, Nyktos was just superprotective
of their identities?”
Casteel smirked. “That’s what they say.”
“Sounds like he was super controlling,” I muttered.
“Or maybe just really private,” Kieran suggested as he
reached over and tugged gently on the strand of hair
Casteel had tucked back earlier. “Being the King of Gods,
I’m sure he sought privacy wherever he could.”
Maybe.
As we continued on through the museum, it was hard
not to think back on that painting or the creature I’d seen in
that cage when I was a child. I remembered the way the
animal had prowled in its confines, desperate, and with a
keen intelligence in its eyes.