The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash, #6)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I held her stare. We won’t leave you, Poppy. We will not fall. Especially not to that fuckboy of a Primal. “Fuckboy?” she gasped out loud. “Yeah. Fuckboy.”

Why are we referring to ancient beings as fuck boys? How immature are we?