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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

What the fuck was up with the facial paint?

She has Kieran, I reminded myself. She’s not alone.

A tall male entered behind her, looking like a walking lit candle. He was one golden motherfucker, from the hair to the winged facial paint across his face. His eyes were a blue so pale they appeared nearly leached of all color. Eyes like some of the Handmaidens. Another Rev, I bet. But one of the Handmaidens whose throat hadn’t stayed torn open had had brown eyes. Not all Revs had the light irises.

“Come on, Isbitch,”