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647 pages, Hardcover
First published October 19, 2021
“You’re mortal, Sera. But most mortals don’t live as if their life is already forfeit.”
But mine was.
It had been forfeited before I was even born.
When King Roderick had grown desperate enough to do anything to salvage his lands ruined by war and save those who were starving after already suffering so much loss, I imagined he’d expected a lesser god to answer his summons—which was far more common for those bold enough to do such a thing. But what had answered the Golden King was a Primal.
And when he’d granted King Roderick’s request, this was the price the Primal of Death had requested: the firstborn daughter of the Mierel bloodline as his Consort.
Make him fall in love,
become his weakness,
and end him.
Slowly, his head turned to where my stepbrother stood. “I am known as the Asher,” he said, and I shuddered. Is it short for something, I’d asked when he told me his name. It is short for many things. “The One who is Blessed. I am the Guardian of Souls and the Primal God of Common Men and Endings.” His voice traveled through the Great Hall, and absolute silence answered. I could barely force air through my lungs. “I am Nyktos, ruler of the Shadowlands, the Primal of Death.”
"Planting both feet on the floor, I pushed as hard as I could against him. The Primal still didn’t move, but he did tense. “I would suggest you stop doing that,” he advised, his voice deeper, rougher. “Not only are you going to further irritate the wounds along your back, but I don’t believe your actions are inciting the type of reaction you’re aiming for.”
I just wanted to exist in this moment, with this beautiful, strong, and kind being.
“Do what?”
“Smile at me,” he murmured, the silver in his eyes swirling.
“Why?”
“Because when you do that, there’s utterly nothing I would not allow you to do to me.”
I smiled fully then.
“Fuck.” He groaned.
A laugh left me—a light and airy sound that felt good even as his eyes narrowed on me.
“Don’t do that either.”
“Have you ever plotted to kill someone who offered nothing but kindness and safety?”
“I want—”
“I want you to be silent,” Ash repeated, slamming his hand onto another’s face. The silvery energy washed over it, and the thing shrieked. He pushed it aside, and it spun, flailing and falling. “And I want you to think about what you just did.”
I blinked. “Do you want me to find a corner to sit in, too?”
Ash’s head snapped in my direction, and my stomach tumbled. His eyes were brighter than the stars. “Will that help you think better?” He snagged another creature by the shoulder, catching it without even looking at it. “If so, then by all means, find a corner.”
“I am not a child,” I shot back as the creature caught fire and screamed.
“I would ask what kind of mortal you are, but it is evident that you’re a pathetic pile of shit shaped into that of a man.”
“I knew his parents. I called them my friends, and I call Ash one of my own,” he answered, head straightening. His gaze caught mine and held it. “I think I will call you one of my own.”
I really had to be asleep. “Why?”
“Because you’ve given him peace.”
“Do they understand us when we speak to them? The draken?”
“They do. Well, Jadis sometimes has trouble… paying attention long enough…” He trailed off, frowning as Jadis snapped at her tail. “To listen.”
I smiled as the female draken stopped suddenly and launched at Reaver’s tail. “She kind of reminds me of a cross between a puppy and a toddler.”
“Yeah, but neither a puppy nor a toddler can belch fire.”
I cringed. “Good point.”
“If you’re not going to kill me, then you should probably let go of me.”
“Will you try to stab me?”
“I…hope not.”
“You hope?”
“If you try to tell me what to do or grab me again, I am likely to lose that hope,” I told him.
"Nervous, I lifted my gaze to his. “Are there any more rules, Your Highness?”
A half-grin appeared, stroking my temper. “Why do I find you referring to me as such arousing?”
“Because you’re an arrogant, controlling misogynist?” I suggested before I could stop myself.
Ash laughed, and I swore the corners of my vision started to turn red."
“What does liessa mean?”
The god didn’t answer for what felt like a small eternity. “It has different meanings to different people.” The eather pulsed in his eyes, swirling once more through the silver. “But all of them mean something beautiful and powerful.”
“I’m in no need of a consort.”
“You still could’ve said something so I wasn’t just standing there—”
“Like a goddess made of silver and moonbeams, rising from the depths of the darkest lake?” he finished.
“I doubt you will find me so amusing when you’re gasping for the last of your breaths.”
He became still again, and…good gods, the water coursing down his chest froze. The droplets ceased.
“I’m already gasping,” he whispered, his voice rougher, deeper.
“That’s it, liessa, fuck my hand.”
[queen]
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to feed from you, and I'm going to fuck you while I do it,” he warned.
—uhhh sir, do you expect her to complain or something
“It’s funny because you cannot hurt me…You can never weaken me to the point that you’d ever be a real threat.”
I jerked his head back. Wide, panicked eyes met mine as I shoved the handle of the whip into his mouth, pushing it down as hard as I could.
“I knew his parents. I called them my friends, and I call Ash one of my own,” he answered, head straightening. His gaze caught mine and held it. “I think I will call you one of my own.”