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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Every beginning has an end. But for every end, there must be a new beginning. That’s what the ten dreamed. The fall of ruin and wrath. And the rise of blood and bone.

“Casteel?” he called. When I faced him, he stared back with eyes churning with eather. “Be good to her.” I frowned. What a strange fucking thing to say. But I was too weary to point that out. “Always.” The smile returned. “And forever.”

Cried my eyes out to this. My beloved Attes :(

“Now, they rise. Not from the blood and ash, but from the ruin and wrath of all they created.”

“Because I’m a woman with power?” I stared at him. “Is that what you’re saying?”

Ruin and wrath.

Then again, someone with a dick was giving the orders.

Something like this can’t be okay.

The Primal God of Death and Destruction.