my head back, and I was no longer looking up at Ash. This was a Primal. The Primal of Death. He was Nyktos to me now. “You had to know you would not have walked away from this, even if you had succeeded. You’d be dead the moment you pulled that fucking shadowstone blade from my chest.” “Ash,” Nektas said, his voice close. The Primal didn’t move. He didn’t blink as he stared down at me. “Does
