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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

magical wards made of Primal essence that could keep things out—or in.” I watched her run her palm over the uneven stone, wondering exactly what in the hell she was talking about. “A god born a mortal, carrying the blood of the Primal of Life and the Primal of Death upon Ascension was foretold,” the Handmaiden whispered. “Or so they say—and they say a lot. Either way, she broke those Primal wards when she Ascended into her godhood.” It was clear that she was speaking about Poppy. She rested her cheek against the wall. “And anything that was kept in can now get out.” Eyes not so dull met mine. “Two questions remain. When and where. Not even he knows.” I didn’t even know what to say to any of that, but I caught how her lip curled when she said he. “Who?” “Callum.” “The golden boy Rev?” Her laugh was throatier, more real, and strangely familiar. “He’s old. Real old. Be careful of that one.”