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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Kolis…he doesn’t seem like a normal man in love.” “Some things are universal.” His stare returned to mine. “What he sounded like to me was a man obsessed, and that is not the same thing as love.” “Do they have to be mutually exclusive?” I questioned. “Because I’m obsessed with you, and I love you.”

“Vicious,” he hissed, blood leaking from his mouth and running down his chin. “You used to be so sweet, like sugar dipped in honey.” Well, now I knew I wasn’t anything like Sotoria because no one would ever describe me like that. “Your blood tasted like it, too.” My stomach churned. “It changed a little each time. Less sweet. More sweet. This time…” The Revenant drew his lower lip between his teeth. “It tastes like…honeydew.” No.

“Guess I’m special.” “Special?” he repeated, his voice lower and thin. “I am the Primal of Blood and—” “Incredibly Foolish Actions?” he interrupted. My head jerked back. “Excuse me?”

“He’s naked, isn’t he?” “Of course,” I muttered, crossing my arms. Attes frowned and finally, finally broke eye contact with Casteel to glance at Reaver. “The people of this age are quite prudish,” Reaver stated. “Not wanting your dick out near my wife doesn’t make me prudish,” Casteel shot back. Attes’s silver gaze slid back to him, and his jaw loosened. “I think I actually agree with that.”

Tawny sidled up to me, her voice low as she drawled, “Sooo, Attes?” Looking around, I didn’t see him, even though I felt he was nearby. Maybe he was in the other room. “He just arrived last night.” “He is quite…virile.” “Virile?” I coughed. Her lips were mashed together as she smiled, which was quite the expression. “Yes.” “I hadn’t noticed.” “That’s because you’re…dickmatized.” Tawny’s gaze traveled across the chamber. “Tawny,” I whispered, swallowing a laugh as I saw Kieran frown. “Twice over,” she added.

“You need to prepare yourself. Cas…he won’t be as you remember.” My father’s gaze met mine. “I’m ready.” I didn’t think he was, but I reached for the handles and pulled. There was resistance. Because, of course, there was. I had to grit my teeth and pull harder, only for the resistance to disappear without warning. Catching myself with a curse, I ignored the dark, smoky chuckle that echoed from the depths of the Great Hall. Cas…yeah, he was in his asshole era.