The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

I looked down at my hands—at the marriage imprint.
You always had the power in you. That was something I had
also thought about. I now knew where I’d first heard it. The
silvery-blonde I’d seen when I had been so close to dying.
That is what she had said to me.
You always had the power in you.
And it was what Nyktos had said. A part of me wondered
if the woman I’d seen was his Consort. That, in her sleep,
she’d reached out to me, to either warn or help me. It would
make sense that she would.
After all, I was her granddaughter, if she was who I
believed.
My fingers curled into my palms. The center of my chest
hummed with power—the eather of the King of Gods. The
kind that should’ve been powerful enough to destroy
whatever the hell Isbeth believed she was. But I hadn’t been
prepared. I hadn’t fought like a god because I did not
believe I was one.
But Casteel had, hadn’t he? Did he ever really believe I
was a deity?
I exhaled roughly. “She was right.”
Vonetta looked over at me. “Who?”
“The Queen. I am a god,” I stated.
Her brows rose as she glanced over at Emil and Naill.
“Um—”
“No. Wait.” Kieran rose, understanding flickering
through him. “If what she claimed is true and Malec is one
of Nyktos and his Consort’s sons—and you’re their
grandchild—you are a god,” he reiterated what I’d just been
thinking.
Delano nodded slowly. “It doesn’t matter what in the
hell Ileana— Isbeth—is. You are the grandchild of Nyktos—of
a Primal God. That is why your bloodline is so potent. You
are a god, not a deity.”
“Shit,” Emil muttered, taking another drink before
Vonetta snatched the flask from him.