“You’d better make it quick,” Reaver said. “I doubt either of you wants to be mid-coitus—” “Coitus?” Casteel huffed out a low laugh. “The first time you meet her,” Reaver finished. It took a moment for his words to register, but when they did, my heart lurched, and my head jerked down. “Her?” “Yes. Her. The One who is born of Blood and Ash, the Light and the Fire, and the Brightest Moon,” he said. “The true Primal of Life and the Queen of the Gods and Common Man.”
