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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“You’re acting like you can fix that.” He pointed at her. “All you’re going to do is get yourself killed. And then I’ll have to deal with her”—he pointed in her direction again, and so help me gods, I was about to break that finger—“afterward.” Taking a deep breath, I stepped back. “Fine.” Reaver sighed. “Thank the gods—” Spinning, I kicked him in the chin. “Fucker.”

He went from that fucker to the fuck in my book. Slight improvement.

He kissed me then like a man who had spent an eternity fearing he would never be able to do so.

“I may be an idiot sometimes, but I’m not a fucking idiot.”

The effort it was taking for me to wait for this fuck to get to the point was inconceivable.