The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash #6) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Blood And Ash Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 401
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
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My gaze swept over Lizeth and Hisa, and I thought about what I’d overheard them say to each other before. Be careful, but be brave.

Hopefully, Attes arrives soon, I told them. But I don’t think we should wait long and let Kolis make another move. He attacked us twice already.

Nor do I, Casteel replied, his gaze lifting and sweeping over the generals. “We need to prepare for battle.”

We decided to send scouts to watch the road for any movement. Ships would also be sent north toward the Bay of Bones, which lay between the ports of Pensdurth and Carsodonia.

And both were decided with the knowledge that Kolis and those two hundred and some gods wouldn’t need horses or ships to reach the capital.

Siege plans were discussed before things cycled back to the public address. Murin brought up his concerns regarding possibly inciting panic, and I honestly had no idea how either conversation ended. My thoughts were consumed by the fact that we could hear from Kolis at any moment. I hadn’t even realized people were standing to leave until Casteel touched my arm.

Blinking, I looked over at him. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze was heavy with concern. I quickly scanned the chamber, spying Valyn by the door. Pushing thoughts of Kolis aside for the moment, I glanced around the chamber, no longer seeing Malik.

Damn it.

“We need to speak to your father,” I announced. “Now.”

Casteel’s brows drew together, but he didn’t question me as I shoved back from the table and stood. Reaching out through the notam, I asked Kieran to follow.

Hurrying from the table, I hated not lingering to speak with Vonetta since it felt like a small eternity since I’d spoken with her, but this couldn’t be delayed.

When I crossed the chamber and stepped out into the hall, Valyn was no longer at the doorway. I saw him standing several doors down with his back to me.

Delano and Naill moved to follow us, but I motioned for them to stay back, even though I knew Kieran trailed behind us. Valyn’s shoulders squared as I approached. “We need to talk,” I said, my voice low.

“I know.” He thrust a hand through his hair. “Somewhere private.”

I glanced around, seeing one of the halls that led toward the Queen’s Garden. My lip curled, but it would work. “Follow me.”

I didn’t wait for him to answer; just headed toward the rounded archway, passing the guards stationed there. They bowed their heads and turned, prepared to follow. “Please stay at your posts,” I told them as we walked out into air that was even cooler than that morning—too cold.

We were quiet as we crossed under the breezeway and stepped onto the path. Weeds had begun to grow between the marble pavers, something I couldn’t remember ever seeing as a child. It worsened as we passed under the stone arbor. Creeping vines had found their way across the path, the small yellow blooms wilted due to the cold. Hedges once neatly trimmed had begun to blur at the edges and grew irregularly. Hardier blooms had spilled from their mulched beds as I veered from where the night-blooming roses grew. I kept walking, wanting to ensure we were far enough away from prying eyes and ears. We walked past the branches of the jacaranda trees, their limbs heavy with trumpet-shaped blooms that were a dull shade of pink instead of their normal vibrant hue.

A marble statue of who I assumed was Aios appeared behind the overgrown hedges. Stopping, my gaze swept over the spikes of blueish-purple blooms and the carpet of tiny white flowers at the foot of the statue that reminded me of snow. I turned, checking the distance between the castle and us.

“This should work,” I said, noting that Kieran lingered just beyond the jacaranda trees, close enough to hear but not too close. Casteel stood in front of some bushy shrubs, his boots planted on the pink petals the blossoms had shed. I made sure I stayed close because I had no idea how he would respond to this.

Valyn sat on a stone bench and dropped his arms onto his thighs, staring at where his hands dangled between his knees.

“Does anyone want to tell me why we’re out here?” Casteel asked, crossing his arms.

“Your father has something he wants to share,” I suggested.

“He does?” Casteel arched a brow and stared down at his father’s bowed head.

My eyes narrowed on Valyn. He’d better.

Lifting his gaze to mine, Valyn cleared his throat. “I don’t know where to start.”

Casteel stiffened, and Kieran stepped forward, his gaze fixed on him.

I could easily think of where. “You’re not Atlantian.”

“What the fuck?” whispered Casteel, and I inched closer, letting my shoulder rest against his.

“I am Atlantian,” Valyn said, glancing at his son. He looked like he’d aged years in the time it took for us to come out here.


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