Kingdom of Ash

whom Rowan hauled from the wreckage by
the collar of his blue tunic.
He was of no use to them dead.
Gavriel drew a knife, remaining by Elide’s
side as Rowan slammed the stranger against
the alley wall. There was nothing kind in the
prince’s face. Nothing warm.
Only cold-blooded predator. Hell-bent on
finding the queen who held his heart.
“Please,” the male sputtered. In the
common tongue.
Rowan had found him, then. They couldn’t
hope to track Maeve, Rowan had realized on
Samhuinn. Yet finding the commanders who
served Maeve, spread across various
kingdoms on loan to mortal rulers—that, they
could do.
And the male Rowan snarled at, his own lip
bleeding, was a commander. A warrior, from
the breadth of his shoulders to his muscled