All Hail (Queen Crow, #1)

by J. Bree

“You’re ruthless and you’re fierce. You’re unstoppable and you’re so fucking loyal that you won the Wolf’s friendship. The Jackal doesn’t fucking know who he’s messing with.”

Ash Beaumont is chivalry in the most arrogant and snarling package. I adore him. That doesn’t mean I’m going to live under his ridiculous rules just to ensure nothing could ever possibly happen to me again. He’d smother me in under a week and I might have complied while we were at Hannaford but things have changed. We’re supposed to be free.

I knew he’d fall for the Mounty girl, I just didn’t realize at the time that we all would. “I need to know that you’re not going to do anything stupid while we’re gone.” I side-eye him. “Since when do I do stupid things? That’s your job.”

he tugs me into a hug. “Ash isn’t the only one who breathes for you, Floss. I’d level fucking cities for you, any of us would. If you need some quiet then it’s yours, just… just don’t drown in it.”

I glance down and smile at the long lines of my exposed legs. “Good. There’s no point going out if you’re not ruining someone’s life.” Aodhan tips back his head and laughs. “There she is! There’s the Ice Queen.

Aodhan grins and I’m tempted to ruin his life. They’re both baiting me to convince me that this is a good idea. They want me angry and fighting back about going out so I enjoy my night but… I’m still on the fence about it.

I wish I wanted to go out and drink and find some stupid man to spend the night with. I wish I wanted to act my age for a minute but really I just want to stay home and plan out how to take control of the Bay completely. How could drinking and sex compare to total world domination?

Why is everyone I’m surrounded by in love and happy and complete while I’m desperately trying to scrap together the pieces of myself so I can just exist in peace? Great. The signature Blaise Morrison Pity Party has somehow infected me.

I never gave a shit about power. Not until I saw the girl who wields it like a weapon.

every last one of them is on my radar now because I need to be sure that she’s safe.

I stare at the photo of myself that’s been nailed to my front door. My eyes are crossed out in blood.

“Holy shit.” He mutters and Illi huffs at him.

“Wipe your chin, for fuck’s sake. I’ll call Ash to come kill you if you pop a tent in your pants right now. I’ll fucking do it, just for funsies because I don’t wanna see that shit.”

His eyebrows draw together and his voice dips low. “Then grab some fucking soap. Stop hurting yourself over some motherfucker who doesn’t deserve you and don’t worry about something as stupid as me leaving. You think I don’t know you love him? You think that shit will scare me off? Queenie, nothing affects you and me except you and me. He’s not going to ruin this for us, get that through that gorgeous head of yours.”

now I know for sure that Amanda isn’t just a fucking bitch.

She’s clearly fucking deranged and she needs to die.

She’s trying to irritate me into making a wrong move here; I have no doubt she has something up her sleeve from her tryst with Senior. That’s her game plan.