Lord of Silver Ashes (Rowan Blood, #2)

by Kellen Graves

“But even an ashen Sídhe lord—has more pull in this world than a worthless beantighe. It doesn’t matter what you do now, because Cylvan is mine, no matter how much you cry and bitch. You’ve taken advantage of my mercy long enough—and I’ve run out of patience.” Saffron nodded, but his eyes were locked on the crimson veil approaching. He met the beannighe’s eyes—and she smiled at him. He couldn’t help but smile back, a rush of pure thrill devouring him like the flames did the library. Her wolf king. The beannighe would finally get her wolf king. “You’re right,” he agreed. “I am definitely worthless—but I know the thing you’ve been hiding.” Taran bared his teeth in agitation. Saffron’s mouth twitched into another smile. He flexed his legs to run. “I know those bones don’t belong to you, Taran—and I know whose they really are. And…” He could hardly keep the splitting grin of anticipation off his face. “I know someone who has been looking everywhere for you, wolf king.”