“Because he’s not really an Atlantian anymore,” I said. “And you’re not only a wolven. Which is why youdofeel hotter.”
“I get that the Joining gave us some unique traits,” Kieran replied, crossing his arms. “But…”
“It did more than give you unique traits. Itchangedyou,” I told him, surprised that Kieran, who seemed to know everything before anyone else did—to the point where Cas believed there was a changeling in Kieran’s bloodline somewhere—hadn’t realized that. “You do feel different, right?”
His brows knitted. “Yeah, but…”
“But what?” I asked.
“But…” Shifting his weight, he glanced at Cas. “It can’t have changed us so much that my blood would now be useful.”
“It did,” I said, fighting a grin as I told him what I knew about what they had become, leaving out the part that involved the Continents and the Fates. We didn’t have time for that right now. “We’reDeminyenPrimals—”
“Deminyen?” Kieran frowned.
“Primal gods not tied to a Court,” I said. “And a Court is—”
“I know what that means.”
“I bet you reallydon’tknow what it means,” I insisted, drawing a grin from Casteel.
Kieran’s brow furrowed as he briefly looked over at him. “I do. But how doyouknow all of this?”
“Well, you see, that is…a long story. The important thing is that Idoknow, and you two are Primal gods now.” I fiddled with the buttons on my robe. “You’re a Primal God of Life, Kieran.”
I waited for him to respond, but he only stood there silently, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Reaching over, I tapped his chest. “Are you all right?”
Blinking slowly, he turned his attention to me. “You’re both serious right now?”
“Yep,” I said, popping thep. “You should be able to summon the eather, too. Have you?”
“No, but I…” Kieran rubbed a hand over his chest and shook his head. “The Revenant that attacked called Cas a false Primal.”
I stiffened. “Like my—like Isbeth? No.”
“How can you be sure?” Kieran insisted quietly.
“Because, even if I wasn’t sure, I would sense if you were something like a demis,” I said, my nose scrunching. “All gods would.”
Surprise flickered across Kieran’s face. “Shit.” He looked at Cas. “She’s actually right.”
“Wow,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
“We were taught that,” Kieran murmured, his gaze returning to me. “But there’s no wayyouwere taught that.”
“I wasn’t.” I lifted my chin. “I havevadentia.”
A crease formed between Kieran’s brows. “Foresight?”
“Yes,” I said. “Apparently, I got some of that during my Ascension.”
“You?” The skin smoothed out between Kieran’s brows as he stared at me. “Youhave foresight?”
“Yes.” My lips flattened as I heard Casteel chuckle softly from where he still sat in the chair. “Why do you sound like that’s so hard to believe?” I whipped toward Casteel. “And why doyouthink it’s funny?”
He held up his hands, the dimple in his right cheek visible.
