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.

Series:

Flesh and Fire

Book 4

Book Type:

Romantasy

Series Reading Order:

Excerpt: Born of Blood and Ash

Chapter 1

Ash’s voice coaxed me from sleep. Feeling my pounding heartbeats slow, I forced a dry, almost painful swallow.

My throat felt like I’d been screaming for days—years, even. But I hadn’t screamed since the City of the Gods.

Not since Dalos.

Cool lips brushed my cheek, and I immediately rolled toward the comfort of a long, hard body. An arm lifted, giving me the space to nestle against his chest.

All the tension left me as I relaxed into him. That was his elect on me. I calmed. Every part of me.

Letting my hand rest against his side, I pressed my lips to the hollow of his throat. “I didn’t mean to doze off.”

Ash’s lips brushed the top of my head. “It’s okay, liessa.”

Something beautiful.

Something powerful.

Every damn time he spoke that word, it washed over me like a gentle caress, “filling my heart with an acute sense of belonging, of being wanted and cherished—two things I’d spent my whole life desperately wanting to feel.

“You were dreaming,” he said quietly.

My stomach clenched. Had I shouted something?

Was that why my throat felt scratchy? “I…I was?”

There was a pause. “You don’t remember?”

“No,” I lied, my skin prickling. “Was I, like, doing something weird?”

His lips coasted over my forehead once more. “No, liessa. You were just restless.”

Oh, thank the gods.

I snuggled into him, trying to turn him into my personal cooling blanket. “How long was I asleep?”

“Not long at all.” Ash folded his arm over my waist.

“Less than thirty minutes.”

Nuzzling the crook of his neck, I smiled. “Why do I have a feeling you’re lying?”

“Because I am.”

A raspy laugh left me, and his arm flexed, briefly tightening around me. “So, you were just trying to make me feel better about falling asleep after being in stasis for days?”

“The kind of sleep you experienced isn’t necessarily restful,” he explained with a level of patience I wasn’t even remotely capable of. “Not when the body is going through such drastic changes.” He paused. “And I haven’t really allowed you to rest upon waking either.”

Memories—some sweet and others downright scandalous—of the hours after I’d awakened from stasis rose and caused my toes to curl. “I’m not at all complaining about my lack of rest.” A darkly sensual chuckle teased the top of my head.

“I didn’t think you were.” A hint of unadulterated male smugness had crept into his tone. “But the Ascension does take its toll. You need your rest.”

“I don’t feel like I need to be resting,” I denied, speaking directly against the chest I was still plastered to. “You should.” He worked a knee between mine, managing to get even closer. “We have time. We have as much time as you need.”

Time? What a funny concept. Sure, we had it, but how much? Not nearly enough. And we’d already spent quite a bit of it in bed, kissing, tasting, fucking, and making love while ignoring the realm beyond the bed. Ignoring what awaited us.

And while I wanted nothing more than to remain in this place where nothing could touch us, unease bubbled beneath my skin. We had so much to deal with, and neither of us was prepared for most of it. Starting with what I had become.

Ash’s head turned slightly, and he pressed his lips against my bare shoulder, his fingers tangling in the curls there. “Have I told you how beautiful your hair is?” he asked.

My stomach suddenly twisted sharply.

That wasn’t the first time he’d said that. Ash was as fascinated by my hair as I was by his smiles. He loved the pale shade. But I felt stagnant, heavy air. Breathe in.

Smelled the suffocating scent of stale lilacs. And no matter how badly I didn’t want to, I saw the true Primal of Death before me, his uneven smile fading. He looked at—no, he scrutinized—the color of my hair. I heard Kolis’s voice—

“He hated my hair,” I blurted, my heart thudding like a hammer against my ribs. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, seeing bursts of white light.

Ash’s fingers halted. “What?”

“Kolis,” I whispered, realizing then that I was gripping his arm. I was with Ash, surrounded by his citrusy, fresh-air scent. It was his fingers in my hair. I was in the Shadowlands. Safe.

Ascended and strong. Protected. But, most importantly, I was more than capable of defending myself. I forced my grip to relax. “He hated the color and brought it up often.”

Tension poured into Ash’s body, and his skin cooled even more.

Damn it.

I hadn’t meant to take away his peace. Or maybe it wasn’t me who had stolen it. Perhaps it was Kolis—who wasn’t even here.

Ash’s chest rose against mine as he took a deep breath. “Yet another example of how much of a fucking idiot Kolis is.”

“Sotoria had red hair,” I explained, picturing punching myself in the throat repeatedly. “I think that was the issue.”

“I don’t give a fuck what her hair looked like.”

“It’s not like it was her fault,” I said, immediately defending the soul that, courtesy of Ash’s father, had resided inside me until recently. Now, she—the only person who could truly kill Kolis—was in the Star diamond. But I felt protective of her.

I likely always would.

“I didn’t say it was.” His hand delved deeper into the mass of curls, and he gently guided my head back.

“Sera?”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

Was I not looking at him? Nope. Face burning, I opened my eyes. Only a few inches separated us, and all I could see were thick, black lashes framing irises the color of cooled iron streaked with white and lit by a glow of eather.

“I wanted you to be looking at me as I make you this promise.” His voice was hard, as icy as the coldest, cruelest dungeon, and so at odds with how he handled me. “I know Kolis can’t be killed. Not yet. But I will hurt him. Badly. I will make him wish he was dead. He will beg for it.”

A shiver danced across my skin. I didn’t doubt that oath. Not for one second. And while I wanted to be the one to cause the bastard unimaginable pain, Kolis had killed Ash’s father and mother. And so many others. Kolis had caused Ash far more pain than I could comprehend.

“I have no problem with that,” I said. “As long as I get a couple of minutes with him. With a very sharp object.”

“Deal.” His fingers curled around the strands of hair.

“I…” I trailed o”, distracted. Having gained enough distance that the entirety of Ash’s face came into view, I saw him—really saw him. All at once, the constant almost chaotic stream of thoughts slowed. I scanned his features, and all thoughts of the realms disappeared.

Wonder filled me.