Ankyra Sound we walk like there's nothing wrong.

Kevlyn. Kevlyn. Callantha repeated the name in her mind, pondering where it had come from. It didn't sound particularly Nereides-esque. So where had he come from if he hadn't been born into the culture? The boy was so young and he played the part of the spawn so well. It was quite puzzling.

"Is Caiaphas your mother?" she asked bluntly, "Like really?" Cal wasn't in the mood to be fed some crap about how she was the matriarch of the whole clan. They were somewhat similarly colored, so it stood to reason that perhaps he was of her blood. And if not, it might lead her to discovering more about what the dynamic was here.