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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“I Ascended with her soul, which shouldn’t have happened,” I told him, even though I didn’t fully understand it. “And her soul?” Casteel’s eyes opened. “It’s lost.”

“Your level best clearly wasn’t good enough.” Eather pulsed from Seraphena, hot and intense. “Your father would disagree with that.” Casteel jerked back. “What?” “All I can say is that we weren’t as uninvolved as the histories will have you believe.” Seraphena’s shoulders relaxed as she calmed the essence in her. “We went to ground shortly after the end of the war.”

Cas…yeah, he was in his asshole era.

I heard the breath leave my father the moment he saw Cas—saw the face that was part shadow and part silver bone and flesh. Saw the golden eyes pierced by strands of dark crimson.

In the days following Kolis’s attack, I had time—in between dealing with Cas—to think. That’s how I knew that what was before us was what the prophecy had foretold. The truth of what the Ancients had dreamed had been right in front of us the whole time. Inside us, but always a part of him.

Poppy was the Harbinger, just as we’d believed. And Kolis was the Great Conspirator. But the death and destruction Poppy would bring to the realms was not what Kolis would unleash. It was the choices and actions of Kolis and of old gods long forgotten. Of the three of us. The Ancients had seen this but hadn’t understood. It could never be clearer than it was now. What the prophecy had foretold… What it had always warned would come… It had never been Poppy. Or even Kolis. It had always been him. Casteel. The wings were not visible, but a crown the color of the darkest night and shaped like...