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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

But I don’t sense him. Neither have any of the other draken.” “Would you have sensed him if he wasn’t fully restored?” Reaver snapped his jaw shut. A moment passed. “I don’t know.” “Is it possible for Kolis’s form to be more like a spirit? As in being able to move unseen but possessing enough of a physical form to have fangs.” A single brow arched. “You do realize how…nonsensical that sounds, right?” “Yes.” I sighed. “I do.” Taking a drink, I watched him drift away from the table. “So?” “I suppose,” he said, stopping at the window. “Considering how he was put into stasis and how long he remained in it, there’d be little left of him but a few bones and blood.” “What do you mean by put into stasis like he was?” “He was impaled to his tomb with the bones of an Ancient. It wouldn’t have killed him, but it would have slowly eaten away at him until only his essence remained. I suppose that could appear as a spirit.” Something struck me that I hadn’t thought about until then. “But he was being fed,” I said, mentioning the tomb in Oak Ambler I hadn’t been there to see. “Wouldn’t that mean he’d have some form?”