The War of Two Queens (Blood And Ash, #4)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Wait a minute. Why would the notam have been an indicator that she was a Primal?” Kieran asked. “The gods have the notam.” “Why would you think that?” Reaver frowned. “It’s a Primal notam. Not a god notam. Only a Primal can form any type of notam—a bond such as that.” “Because that’s—” Kieran cursed. “I don’t think anyone really knew. We just assumed it was connected to the gods.” “You assumed wrong,” Reaver stated flatly. Out of the chaos that was my mind, something suddenly made sense. “That’s why Malec never had the notam.” I turned to Casteel and then Kieran. “I thought it was because of his weakening powers, but he wasn’t a Primal.” My head swung back to Reaver. “That’s why you said I would be more powerful than my father. Why I wouldn’t have to feed as often. And the mist? I didn’t summon it, did I?” “Only a Primal can create the mist.” Reaver’s head tilted, and a curtain of blond hair fell across his cheek as he picked up another biscuit. “Which is a sign that you’re probably close to completing the Culling. That, and your eyes.” “The streaks of eather?” I asked. “They’re going to stay like that?” “They may turn completely silver like Nyktos’,” he answered. “Or they may stay like this.”