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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Worth it. The pain was more than worth it. I would spend an eternity taking these bites if that meant she was safe.

“Demis,” I whispered hoarsely, my eyes widening. “You’re a demis. A false god.”

“You’ll understand soon enough.” Malik tucked the tail of the gauze under the wrapping. “I have a feeling you will be reunited with your Queen sooner rather than later.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Kieran demanded. A fair brow rose as Reaver mimicked Kieran’s earlier look. “I don’t believe they will fit me. I have broader shoulders.” “I don’t think so,” Kieran replied. “And chest.” Kieran’s arms crossed. “You definitely do not have that either.” “And my legs are not thin twigs that could snap under a breeze,” Reaver continued. “Are you serious?” Kieran looked down at himself. He didn’t have…twig legs or whatever. “Reaver.” I sighed. He lifted a bare shoulder. “Just saying.”

HAHAHAH

I stared at his hand, momentarily stunned. Disgust built inside me, joining the cold anger. “How can you even touch her?” Malik lifted a shoulder. “How can I not?”

EWWWW

There was no logical reason, other than the fact that my mind couldn’t accept that this Handmaiden—this Revenant—was almost a mirror image of Poppy. But I couldn’t deny it. There was no way she wasn’t related to my Queen. “Who are you?” I choked out.

WAIT WHATTTTT

the Queen will succeed. Because you will also fail.” I leaned as far as the chain allowed. “Fail at what?” Millicent lifted her gaze to mine. “At killing my sister.”

im so shook rn what is going on

Either way, my sister can’t survive this. She will die in your arms, or she will drown the realms in blood.”

NO

“Nope.” Kieran loomed over us, forcing his forearm under Casteel’s chin. “That’s a nope.”

ok thats it hes so funny this book

All these years—all these centuries and centuries—he’s been waiting. Sleeping even more restlessly after your birth. Sensing you, feeling you. He’s been waiting and waiting for the proverbial key to his lock, for his…pretty poppy to pick and watch bleed.”