her before. But she is a Primal of Death now.” “No, shit,” snapped Reaver. “But that smell? That stale yet sweet scent? That’s not coming from her.” Reaver dragged the back of his hand over his mouth. “When I felt her wake, she wasn’t the only thing I felt. I sensed that he was near.” Cold air poured into my chest. “He?” “The true Primal of Death. Kolis,” he spat.
