The sky-pelted lad slunk into the meeting. His eyes found his father and half-brother; his brother Nephilim. Bones was here, Queen Lucaya, as well as Aethelflaed and Vladimir, and Skade. His horn was gone. He was a gods-damned Skyling! What did that do for him? All it did was make him look pretty. At least with that horn he’d had when he was a Monokeros he could do magic. He had barely mastered even simple magic when it was all taken away.
It was somewhat ironic that Hawthorne was the vampire nest, and here was a nephew of the Vampire Queen who wasn’t a vampire. Instead, Khasinau’s pelt displayed a picturesque winter sunrise, pulsing and changing with his mood . . . and he hated having his emotions on display. Who would want to be a Skyling? He sat down huffily, waiting for more members to arrive. He didn’t really like Kelsea (too shy) or his half-siblings (too colorful), so he wasn’t really around his father anymore. He deliberately ignored everyone but Lucaya.

“Marital advice from you, wonderful. Like what, don’t betray your spouse?”