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Born of Blood and Ash
A Flesh and Fire Novel
By Jennifer L. Armentrout
Copyright 2024 Jennifer L. Armentrout
ISBN: 978-1-957568-76-8
Published by Blue Box Press, an imprint of Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.
BOOK DESCRIPTION
Born of Blood and Ash
A Flesh and Fire Novel, Book Four
Jennifer L. Armentrout
From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes the thrilling conclusion to her beloved Flesh and Fire series…
The line between love and obsession has never been wider.
While Sera is finally free of Kolis and back with those she loves, not everything is calm. Memories of all she’s endured still haunt her, but Sera finally has hope for a future with the other half of her heart and soul. Nyktos desires, loves, and accepts every part of her—even the monstrous bits she still battles.
More than ever, Sera and Ash have everything under the realms to fight for, and Nyktos has no doubt Sera is fit to be the Queen of the Gods. But she must find that faith within herself if they hope to convince the other Courts to support them against Kolis and make Iliseeum and the mortal realm better, safer places for all.
But as Sera begins to piece together the importance of her bloodline and the true meaning behind the foreboding prophecy, it becomes clear that everything that has happened and is yet to come is much bigger than Kolis and his dark obsessions.
They cannot help but wonder exactly how much influence the Fates have had and what their ultimate goal is. What Sera does know for sure is that they can trust very few—including her.
A battle between the gods is brewing, and heartbreaking losses are imminent with the true Primal of Death strengthening. With a family of the heart willing to battle by their side, can Sera and Nyktos stop Kolis before he destroys the realms, or will it all disappear in a fiery inferno of blood and ash?
And the line between justice and vengeance has never been so thin.
ABOUT JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT
#1 New York Times and #1 International Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout lives in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, hanging out with her husband, her Border Jack—Apollo, Border Collie—Artemis, six judgmental alpacas, two rude goats, and five fluffy sheep. In early 2015, Jennifer was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a group of rare genetic disorders that involve a breakdown and death of cells in the retina, eventually resulting in vision loss, among other complications. Due to this diagnosis, educating people on the varying degrees of blindness has become another passion for her, right alongside writing, which she plans to do for as long as she can.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories...which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult, paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Tor, HarperCollins Avon and William Morrow, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion, Harlequin Teen, and Blue Box Press; and PassionFlix recently made her Wicked series into a feature film. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2020 Goodreads Choice Award in Romance for her adult fantasy, From Blood and Ash. She has also written Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn.
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A Soul of Ash and Blood
Visions of Flesh and Blood: A Blood and Ash/Flesh and Fire Compendium
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A Light in the Flame
A Fire in the Flesh
Born of Blood and Ash
Fall of Ruin and Wrath Series
Fall of Ruin and Wrath
The Covenant Series
Half-Blood
Pure
Deity
Elixir
Apollyon
Sentinel
The Lux Series
Shadows
Obsidian
Onyx
Opal
Origin
Opposition
Oblivion
The Origin Series
The Darkest Star
The Burning Shadow
The Brightest Night
The Dark Elements
Bitter Sweet Love
White Hot Kiss
Stone Cold Touch
Every Last Breath
The Harbinger Series
Storm and Fury
Rage and Ruin
Grace and Glory
The Titan Series
The Return
The Power
The Struggle
The Prophecy
The Wicked Series
Wicked
Torn
Brave
The Prince (a 1001 Dark Nights Novella)
The King (a 1001 Dark Nights Novella)
The Queen (a 1001 Dark Nights Novella)
Gamble Brothers Series
Tempting the Best Man
Tempting the Player
Tempting the Bodyguard
A de Vincent Novel Series
Moonlight Sins
Moonlight Seduction
Moonlight Scandals
Standalone Novels
Obsession
Frigid
Scorched
Cursed
Don’t Look Back
The Dead List
Till Death
The Problem with Forever
If There’s No Tomorrow
Anthologies
Meet Cute
Life Inside My Mind
Fifty First Times
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Book Description
About Jennifer L. Armentrout
Also From Jennifer L. Armentrout
Acknowledgments from the Author
Dedication
Map
Pronunciation Guide
Note to Reader
The Asher
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Five
The One Who is Blessed
The Star
Visions of Flesh and Blood
Discover More Jennifer L. Armentrout
Discover 1001 Dark Nights Collection Eleven
Special Thanks
Acknowledgments
Writing any book is hard, but the last book in a series? It’s always the most difficult. You want it to be even more perfect. And getting it from my mind to your hands involves a whole team of people. Thank you, Hang Le, for your amazing cover design, and to Blue Box Press—Liz Berry, Jillian Stein, MJ Rose, Chelle Olson, Kim Guidroz, Jessica Saunders, Tanaka Kangara, the amazing editing and proofreading team, and Michael Perlman, along with the entire team at S&S for their hardcover distribution support and expertise. Also, my agents, Kevan Lyon and Taryn Fagerness; my assistant, Malissa Coy; shop manager Jen Fisher; and the hardworking team behind ApollyCon and more: Steph Brown, along with Vicky and Matt. Also, the JLAnders mods, Vonetta Young and Mona Awad, who help keep the group a safe and fun place for all.
I also need to thank those who’ve helped me procrastinate in one way or another—KA Tucker, Kristen Ashley, JR Ward, Sarah J. Maas, Steve Berry (for story times), Andrea Joan, Stacey Morgan, Margo Lipschultz, and so many more.
The biggest thank you to JLAnders for always creating a fun and often hilarious place to chill. You guys are the best! And to the ARC team for your honest reviews and support.
Most importantly, none of this would be possible without you, the reader. I hope you realize how much you mean to me. THANK YOU.
Dedication
For teachers and librarians—I don’t know how you guys do it.
Each and every one of you is a true hero.
MAP
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https://theblueboxpress.com/books/flesh-and-fire-map/
Pronunciation Guide
Characters
Aios – AYY-ohs
Andreia – ahn-DRAY-ah
Attes – AT-tayz
Aurelia – au-REL-ee-ah
Aydun – AYE-duhn
Baines – baynz
Bele – bell
Callum – KAL-um
Crolee – KROH-lee
Daniil – da-NEEL
Davina – dah-VEE-nuh
Diaval – dee-AH-vuhl
Dorcan – dohr-kan
Dyses – DEYE-seez
Eamon Icarion – AYE-mon IK-ayr-ee-on
Ector – EHK-tohr
Ehthawn – EE-thawn
Elias – el-IGH-us
Embris – EM-bris
Erlina – Er-LEE-nah
Ernald – ER-nald
Eythos – EE-thos
Ezmeria – ez-MARE-ee-ah
Gemma – jeh-muh
Halayna – hah-LAY-nah
Hanan – HAY-nan
Holland – HAA-luhnd
Hymeria – high-MAYR-ee-ah
Iason – IGH-son
Ione – EYE-on
Iridessa – EER-i-dess-ah
Jadis – JAY-dis
Jamison – JAYM-i-son
Kayleigh Balfour – KAY-lee BAL-fohr
Keella – KEE-lah
Kolis – KOH-lis
Kyn – kin
Lailah – LAY-lah
Lathan – LEY-THahN
Liam – LEE-um
Liora – Lee-OHR-ah
Loimus – loy-moos
Madis – mad-is
Mahiil – ma-HEEL
Maia – MY-ah
Marisol Faber – MARE-i-sohl FAY-berr
Mestra – MEH-strah
Mycella – MY-sell-AH
Naberius – nah-BEHR-ee-us
Nektas – NEK-tas
Nyktos – NIK-toes
Odetta – oh-DET-ah
Orphine – OR-feen
Pallas – PAHL-us
Peinea – pain-ee-yah
Penellaphe – pen-NELL-uh-fee
Phanos – FAN-ohs
Phena – FEE-nah
Polemus – pol-he-mus
Queen Calliphe – queen KAL-ih-fee
Reaver – REE-ver
Rhahar – RUH-har
Rhain – rain
Ronan Lesly – ROH-nahn LES-lee
Saion – SIGH-on
Sera – SEE-rah
Seraphena Mierel – SEE-rah-fee-nah MEER-ehl
Sotoria – soh-TOR-ee-ah
Taric – tay-rik
Tavius – TAY-vee-us
Thad – thad
Thierran – THEER-an
Theon – thEE-awn
Uros– OO-rohs
Varus – VAYR-us
Veses – VES-eez
Vikter Ward/Wardwell – VIK-ter WARD/WARD-well
Wil Tovar – WILL TOH-vahr
Places
Athanien Palace –ATH-ehn-ee-an pal-us
Callasta Isles – cah-LAS-tuh eyelz
Carcers [The] – KAR-serz
Carsodonia – kar-so-DON-uh
Cauldra Manor – kall-drah [manor]
Cor Palace – kohr pal-is
Creta – KREE-tah
Dalos – day-lohs
Elysium Peaks – ihl-LEES-ee-uhm peeks
Essaly – EHS-ah-lee
House of Haides – howz of HAY-deez
Hygeia – high-JEE-uh
Iliseeum – AH-lee-see-um
Kithreia – kith-REE-ah
Lasania – lah-SAHN-ee-uh
Lotho – LOH-thoh
Masadonia – mah-sah-DOHN-uh
Massene – mah-SEE-nuh
Oak Ambler – ohk AM-bler
Pillars of Asphodel – [pillars of] AS-foe-del
Skotos Mountains – SKOH-tohs MOWNT-ehnz
Sirta – SIR-ta
Thyia Plains – THIGH-ah playnz
Triton Isles – TRY-ton IGH-elz
Undying Hills – UN-dy-ing hillz
Vangar – VAN-gahr
Vathi – VAY-thee
Vita – VEE-tah
Vodina Isles – voh-DEE-nuh IGH-elz
Terms
Agna Adice – AYG-nah AY-dis
Agna Udex – AYG-nah OO-dex
Arae – air-ree
benada – ben-NAH-dah
ceeren – SEE-rehn
chora – KOH-rah
Cimmerian – sim-MARE-ee-in
dakkai – DAY-kigh
demis – dem-EEZ
eather – ee-thohr
eirini – ayr-EE-nee
eram – AYR-um
furie – FYOOR-ee
graeca – gray-kah
Gyrm – germ
imprimen – IM-prim-ehn
kardia – KAR-dee-ah
kiyou wolf/wolves – kee-yoo [wolf/wolves]
kynakos – KIGH-nah-kohs
lamaea – lahm-ee-ah
laruea – lah-ROO-ee-ah
lyrue – LIGH-roo
mayeeh Liessar – MAY-ah LEE-sahr
meyaah Liessa – MEE-yah LEE-sah
ni’mere – NIGH-meer
nota – NOH-tah
notam – NOH-tam
oneirou – AWN-eer-oh
por-na – POHR-nah
sekya – sek-yah
shrew – shroo
Sōl Eder – SOHL EE-der
so’lis – SOH-lis
sóls – sohlz
so’vit – SOH-veet
sparanea – SPARE-ah-nay-ah
stasi dato – STAH-see DAH-toh
stasi dato nori – STAH-see DAH-toh NOHR-ee
syhkik – SIGH-kick
te’lepe – TEL-ah-pee
tulpa – tool-PAH
unia – OO-nee-ah
vadentia – vah-DEN-chee-ah
NOTE TO THE READER
This book contains themes and/or discussions that some readers may find difficult to read. While there are no graphic scenes, there is mention of sexual assault, suicide, the death of children, and discussions of verbal, psychological, and physical abuse.
If you need to talk with someone about your experiences, there are people waiting to help.
Sexual Assault – General (RAINN) – 1-800-656-4673 or via their live chat
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org) – 800-273-8255
The Asher
Nyktos, also known as the Asher, the One Who is Blessed, the Guardian of Souls, the Primal God of Common Men and Endings, the Primal of Death, and, currently, the God of Being Really Fucking Impatient, didn’t want to be standing in the hall outside his bedchambers.
It was the last place Ash wanted to be when all he could think about was that his Queen—his mate of the heart, his wife, his entire world—was in their bed, waiting for him.
He’d only left her side a handful of minutes ago, but his flesh practically vibrated with the need to return to her. To look upon her. Touch her. Remind himself that she was safe, healthy, and alive. That her Ascension and the hours that’d followed hadn’t been just a wonderful sort of dream.
Ash was desperate to remind himself that, despite everything he’d done to keep himself closed off from others, even going so far as to have his kardia removed, they’d still fallen together, cracking the thick shields they held close to their chests and shattering the barriers they’d erected to keep each other out. The sheer strength of Ash’s will had defied fate. They had defied fate.
All because of what was most unpredictable.
The unknown and unwritten.
The only thing more powerful than the Fates…
True love of the heart and soul—mates of the heart.
But this conversation with Nektas was important. It needed to happen.
So, he would be patient.
Or, at the very least, tolerant of the interruption.
“The realm is quiet,” Nektas shared, his voice low.
“For now.”
“For now,” the draken agreed, crimson-streaked black hair sliding over a shoulder. “The borders between the Shadowlands and Vathi are quiet. As well as the skies. There hasn’t been any movement by Attes or Kyn, either.”
Ash wasn’t concerned about Attes—not that he didn’t want to flay the skin from the bastard’s bones. His hand fisted at his side. No. It was the Primal of Accord and War’s brother that he planned to slowly, painfully eviscerate, starting by taking a strip of his flesh for every word he’d spoken to Ash while he’d been imprisoned—whether true or not.
“His Majesty was gracious enough to offer her to me once he tires of her.” Kyn’s eyes gleamed with a particular brand of sadistic joy as he got right up in Ash’s face, thinking he was completely subdued. “Don’t think she liked hearing that.” He laughed. “Doubt she’ll like feeling my cock in her ass either, but she’ll come to enjoy it. Even beg for—” His words ended in a gurgle of blood and curses.
Ash had stretched the bone chains just enough to lift his arm and dig his fingers into the fucker’s throat. Lost half the skin and a chunk of bone in the process, but he hadn’t cared. He’d gladly do it again and again. That was how strong his fury was.
It was still that strong.
Just banked.
Eyes the color of polished sapphires locked onto Ash’s. He was still unused to how the draken’s eyes appeared now, but he recognized the look of understanding. Nektas knew where his mind had gone. He needed no bond for that. Not when the eldest draken was like a father and a brother to him.
Nektas’s gaze slipped past Ash to the bedchamber doors. “Kolis remains hidden.”
Shadows pressed against Ash’s flesh, and the light from the wall sconces flickered wildly all along the hall. The mere mention of his uncle’s name incited a rage so visceral it made what Ash felt toward Kyn seem…not so bad.
Because Ash knew.
Kolis had also liked to talk when he visited Ash. The difference was that he was smarter than Kyn and made sure to keep a safe distance from Ash as he spoke about Sera like she was his. Ash’s jaw clenched, and the lights flared brightly.
“Ash,” Nektas warned softly, stepping into the Primal’s space. The blue of his eyes burned just as brightly as the lights on the wall.
“I’m level,” Ash drawled, taking in a breath and forcing the violent, dark energy down.
An eyebrow rose. “You sure about that?”
He needed to be. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat, and the lights dimmed around them. “How long do you think he’ll be down for?”
“Hard to tell. A couple of days? A week?” Nektas’s gaze flicked once more to the bedchamber doors. “I figure Sera is well?”
She was more than well. She was utter perfection. Still, he nodded. “She is.”
“I’m relieved to hear that.” Nektas paused. “Even if you did threaten my life the last time I knocked.”
Ash felt warmth creeping into his face, clearly remembering telling Nektas that he would kill him if he didn’t get the fuck away from the door. Then again, Ash had just eased his fingers from Sera’s sweetness. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat again. “Sorry about that.”
Nektas chuckled. “No need to be. I remember what it’s like…”
The light in the draken’s eyes dulled, and man, Ash felt that in his chest harder and deeper than he had before. Because even with all the loss he’d experienced—his parents and those he cared for—it was nothing compared to losing one’s other half. Their everything.
And Nektas had experienced that loss.
Kolis had made sure of it.
Ash clasped the draken’s shoulder. “The oath I made to you before has not changed. Kolis will pay for what he has done to you and yours.”
Nektas’s nostrils flared on a deep inhale. “I know.”
“Good.” As Ash lowered his arm, the golden swirl of the marriage imprint along the top of his left hand glimmered. “I know the others want more than a brief update from me and wish to see Sera.”
“They need to see her,” Nektas responded, crossing his arms. “For themselves.”
Ash understood that. The others needed to see that Sera was who they knew, confirm she hadn’t lost her sense of self during the Ascension, and that she was exactly what they all felt.
The true Primal of Life.
But they would have to wait.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to really talk with her,” Ash began.
“Never would’ve guessed that,” Nektas replied dryly.
A faint smirk appeared but then quickly disappeared from Ash’s lips. “I need to talk with Sera before I’ll be okay with the idea of anyone getting in front of her,” he said. “I need to make sure she’s okay.”
Nektas nodded. “She’s been through a lot.”
“She has.” He knew that, even though Sera hadn’t shared much about her imprisonment.
But Ash knew.
Even if Kolis and Kyn hadn’t run their mouths, Ash would never forget how desperate she was to know if he still looked at her the same way. And he knew why she would ask that, despite her claim that nothing had really happened to her. He knew exactly what could be done to someone to make them fear something like that. After all, he had firsthand experience in that fucked-up arena as both a witness and an unwilling participant.
A knot of sorrow and rage lodged in his throat, but he didn’t let it choke him. If he did, it would choke her, too. “She’ll need some time to get her bearings,” he said. “I need you to make that happen.”
“I can do that,” Nektas assured without hesitation. “I’ll make sure the others give you some space for the rest of the evening and night. I’ll keep patrolling, just in case any idiots decide today is a good day to die.”
A savage smile hit Ash’s lips. He liked the sound of that last part. “May need more than a night.”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it.”
“I’ll burn it if we get to it,” Ash warned.
One side of the draken’s lips curled, his attention shifting to the doors. “I doubt she’ll even allow that bridge to be built.”
Ash snorted. Nektas was probably spot-on with that assessment. “You’re…” He trailed off as the sudden, tart taste of unease filled the back of his throat, an emotion he knew wasn’t his. His spine went rigid. “I need to get back to her.”
Nektas nodded. “She dreams.” His gaze returned to Ash. “And they’re full of unrest.”
Surprise pierced the heaviness in Ash’s chest. “You bonded with her already?”
“We bonded to her the moment she was born.” Nektas’s eyes shone a brilliant, luminous blue. “We just didn’t know.”
How could any of them have known? Only a few had known that his father, Eythos, had placed the last of his embers of life—and Ash’s—in a mortal bloodline. And those in the know hadn’t been any of them. Nor could they have expected a mortal to survive an Ascension and become a Primal. This was new territory for all of them.
Ash started to turn, then stopped. There was something else he needed to say. “Thank you.”
Nektas’s head tilted. “What for?”
A wry smile curled Ash’s lips, and he clasped the nape of the draken’s neck. “For your aid and loyalty all these years.”
Nektas returned the gesture, and the weight of the draken’s hand was grounding. “Our loyalty to you was forged in the sacrifices you made and from your strength of will, Ash. Our bond to you was earned and is no less powerful than a notam.”
Ash lifted his chin in acknowledgment. “And Sera?”
A hint of approval filled Nektas’s stare as he smiled. “She has earned it despite not having to.” He squeezed Ash’s shoulder and then dropped his hand. “Take care of her.”
“Always,” Ash swore, and it really was an oath—one he would spend an eternity fulfilling.
Leaving Nektas in the hall, Ash returned to Sera, slipping silently into the bedchamber. His gaze immediately found her, and it was as if time stopped.
She lay on her back, her silvery blond curls half-spread across the pillow and over one bare shoulder. He approached the bed, his eyes tracking those tresses down to where the rosy tip of her breast peeked through the strands, and then to the blanket he’d pulled over her before leaving the chamber.
The sight of her caused his gut to clench with need, but he checked his desire—something he probably should’ve done the moment she’d awakened. But damn it, he’d lost control. He didn’t regret what they’d shared in the last handful of hours, and he knew she didn’t either, but he also knew better.
As Nektas said, Sera’s mind and body had been through a lot, and the evidence of one of those things was etched into her face now.
Her brows, a shade somewhere between dark blond and brown, were furrowed, creating a small crease between them. The freckles on her face—all thirty-six—stood out starkly against her paler-than-normal skin. Dark lashes spasmed against her cheeks.
She was dreaming. And it was full of unrest and unease.
Tension coursed through Ash as he pulled the blanket back and slid into bed beside her. Staring down at her, the sharp taste of lemon increased.
He wanted to know what she dreamed about, yet a weak part of him didn’t.
Because he wasn’t sure what he would do if he learned. Still, if he had to guess, it would probably be akin to what the vision—the one he had interpreted so fucking badly—had warned him about all those years ago. That he would set the realms on fire in his rage, leaving nothing but death and destruction behind.
And when he thought about Kolis, that was the kind of rage Ash felt. One reckless and wild enough that he would gladly see the realms crumble to dust if it meant he could witness Kolis’s death. Because he didn’t care how many souls his actions sent through the Pillars of Asphodel. He truly didn’t. As long as Sera never had to worry about that bastard again.
However, his rage would inevitably harm Sera. Life could not exist without death. And vice versa. His rage would be the ruin of realms. Of them.
So, he needed to chill the fuck out.
Ash watched her, knowing she would likely punch him if she knew. His lips curled into a faint, brief grin. She seemed to have settled a bit, but he could still feel her unease. Hoping what plagued her would pass, he was reluctant to wake her. Sera had fallen asleep shortly after they’d made love, and she needed the rest. But after a few minutes of him keeping guard, her brows snapped together once more. Her hand twitched, and then her fingers curled into the blanket until her knuckles bleached white. Another emotion reached him.
Bitter and suffocating.
Fear.
Then she made a sound he’d rarely heard her make.
Sera whimpered.
Then screamed a word.
Just one.
No.
Ash’s entire being split wide open.
Yeah, fuck. Lying there and doing nothing, even if it was just a nightmare, turned his insides to an icy mixture of anger and sorrow. A tremor ran through his arm as he lifted his hand.
Get your shit together, he instructed himself. She didn’t need his anger right now. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind. What she needed was everything he’d denied himself after dealing with Kolis’s punishments and that Primal bitch Veses’ demands. Sera needed comfort and stability. Support. The tremor ceased. His chest loosened.
He checked his deadly anger. Lightly touching her face, his jaw hardened as she trembled in her sleep, a charge of energy passed through her to him, stroking the Primal essence.
Ash kissed her brow, easing the tension there. “Sera,” he called, letting a little of his power seep into his voice. There was a chance it wouldn’t work—compulsion couldn’t be used against other Primals by anyone but the Primal of Life—but she’d just Ascended and wasn’t anywhere near full power. He hoped it worked and then hated that he had that hope. Didn’t like doing it at all. But he loathed her fear more. “Wake up, liessa.”
