A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire (Blood and Ash, #2)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

deeper. Years and years’ worth of sorrow. My palm warmed and tingled. “You also lost someone.” “A long time ago.” His breath caught as his breathing slowed. “Now, I understand.” “Understand what?” He wasn’t looking at me. I followed his gaze to Casteel. Behind him, Alastir stood as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Maybe we should’ve warned him. “Jasper will be interested,” the wolven said, a faint grin appearing as he leaned his head back against the flat pillow. “I’m sure he will be,” Casteel commented, eyes lightening. “Be well, Keev.” The wolven nodded, and I rose, curious as to who Jasper was as I moved to the man beside Keev, the one that had watched me the entire time. I started forward. “No,” the man gritted out, sweat coursing down his face. His eyes were a shade of golden hazel. “I don’t want your touch.” I halted. “No offense, my Prince.” His too-shallow breaths filled the silence. “I don’t want that.”