The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

my Queen? The plan isn’t set in stone.”
It wasn’t, but I believed my brother. Whatever these
Revenants were, we needed all the help we could get.
“He’s slept long enough, hasn’t he?” I said, and
approval flashed in those amber eyes despite the insanity of
what we were considering. “We will wake him.”
“How would you even begin to locate his resting place?”
asked Lady Josahlynn.
That was a good question. I started to look at Casteel,
but Willa spoke. “I imagine he slumbers in his Temple. It
shouldn’t be hard to find, as it looks like the palace and the
Temple of Nyktos here, but larger.”
Well, I supposed Malec had been correct in his belief
that his renovations were more in line with the Temples in
Iliseeum.
Casteel raised a brow as he leaned into me and
murmured, “Now we know where to find him.”
I nodded, wondering how Willa knew. Had she been to
Iliseeum? Then again, she had sent me to Casteel’s room
without his knowledge. The Atlantians didn’t believe in
prophecies, but they did believe in Seers.
“You’re willing to do this—all of this?” Ambrose asked
with a shake of his head. “Because of what an Ascended
said? When we know you cannot trust an Ascended?”
Willa rolled her eyes with a delicate snort. “Anyone who
has lived long enough and can look past their own asses
knows that not even the vamprys are inherently evil.”
Mutters of derision rose from other Elders. Glancing at
Casteel, I saw a slight frown tug at his lips as I leaned
forward. “You mean those who have managed to control
their bloodlust?”
“Those who have managed have been few and far
between,” Gregori countered. “At this point, they are more
legend than reality.”
“Legend or not, when they are first turned, vamprys are
consumed by bloodlust. That is correct.” Willa’s eyes met