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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Maybe it was because the Arae—these Ancients—were the rulers of us all, and I was so sick and tired of those with the power to change things—to make things better—doing nothing.

“I think it does since you all have no problem with me and those I love being in positions to die,” I shot back. “So, how many? How many of the oh-so-helpful Arae can we afford to lose?

Not while they held innocent people in captivity and tortured them. Because of…balance? Or was it simply because of some inane rule that no longer makes sense?”

This is starting to hit a little too close to home 😬

“It’s so annoying when you two tag-team me,” I muttered. Casteel opened his mouth as what sounded like a choked laugh came from Kieran.

😏😏😏

Reaver sat before Jadis, his chin touching his chest as he pressed his hand to the rough stone of the entombed draken. He looked…lost and defeated, his shoulders trembling.

I’m not crying. You’re crying 😭