Updated: Jan 22, 2021
A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
by Jennifer L Armentrout
Published by Blue Box Press
Book 2 in the Blood and Ash Series
Everything Poppy has ever believed in is a lie, including the man she was falling in love with. Thrust among those who see her as a symbol of a monstrous kingdom, she barely knows who she is without the veil of the Maiden. But what she does know is that nothing is as dangerous to her as him. The Dark One. The Prince of Atlantia. He wants her to fight him, and that’s one order she’s more than happy to obey. He may have taken her, but he will never have her.
Casteel Da’Neer is known by many names and many faces. His lies are as seductive as his touch. His truths as sensual as his bite. Poppy knows better than to trust him. He needs her alive, healthy, and whole to achieve his goals. But he’s the only way for her to get what she wants—to find her brother Ian and see for herself if he has become a soulless Ascended. Working with Casteel instead of against him presents its own risks. He still tempts her with every breath, offering up all she’s ever wanted. Casteel has plans for her. Ones that could expose her to unimaginable pleasure and unfathomable pain. Plans that will force her to look beyond everything she thought she knew about herself—about him. Plans that could bind their lives together in unexpected ways that neither kingdom is prepared for. And she’s far too reckless, too hungry, to resist the temptation.
But unrest has grown in Atlantia as they await the return of their Prince. Whispers of war have become stronger, and Poppy is at the very heart of it all. The King wants to use her to send a message. The Descenters want her dead. The wolven are growing more unpredictable. And as her abilities to feel pain and emotion begin to grow and strengthen, the Atlantians start to fear her. Dark secrets are at play, ones steeped in the blood-drenched sins of two kingdoms that would do anything to keep the truth hidden. But when the earth begins to shake, and the skies start to bleed, it may already be too late.
RATED: 18+ CATEGORY: MOOD:
Steamy High Fantasy Exciting
Violence Romance Emotional
New Adult HOT
Before I write this review, I feel like I need to show you the progression of emotions I have had the last few days of my life since A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire showed up on my Kindle.
I may or may not have walked into a door while reading.
I got all kinds of happy and thrilled and excited
Um, THIS. ^^^^^^^
My utter shock at the end
for the next book
A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer L. Armentrout is the second book in her Blood and Ash Series, and starts off essentially where we left off in From Blood and Ash, with Poppy in the hands of Casteel/Hawke, struggling with the heartbreak from Hawke's betrayal, and trying to figure out what the truth is.
This. Fucking. Book. There is NO WORDS. None. I remember her admitting (I believe on her facebook page, where she is very active with her fans), that she was not sure if she could write a good high-fantasy, and she didn't know if she would ever publish it. In all truth, she should never doubt herself. All of her books are amazing. What we have here, though, is a masterpiece. Much like From Blood and Ash, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire has an amazing story-line, constantly ramping up the action, and the relationships between everyone grow organically. Personalities are kept consistent, and best of all, the book is thrilling and unpredictable. We get so many questions answered that developed from From Blood and Ash, and, very much like Poppy, I have so many more questions for the next book.
I finished this book 24 hours ago, and I still feel like I'm in the middle of a book hangover. Just. Wow. I have been very devoted to LUX being my favorite series to date, but I think it's been bumped down to the number 2 slot. This series blows my mind.
Trying to talk about my thoughts on characters, will be a little difficult to not spoil ... so if you have already read the book, feel free to highlight the hidden text to read. If you haven't read it yet, first of all, do it now. Second of all, don't highlight the text. The surprise is half the fun.
I frigging love Poppy. I love her unyielding strength and courage. I love her passion and fiery temper. I love how aware of herself and her feelings she is. She doesn't deny the conflicting feelings she has, she just fights from letting those emotions take over. She's intelligent and funny. She refuses to be the victim, and shows an astounding amount of empathy for even those who don't trust her. She understands. She is the perfect heroine. ---------> Did anyone predict that ending? Holy fuck. I was not expecting that. I was expecting her to have a stronger bloodline, sure ... but I was not expecting that at all. I was thinking she might have been part Wolven, considering her connection with them, but I like this. This is better. I'm expecting some insane drama resulting from the reveal though. Her mother-in-law doesn't seem to be happy. <-------- I don't just love Poppy though. I also am head over heels with the dark one himself, Casteel. It's no secret on this little blog of mine that I have a thing for the anti-hero. The bad boy. Casteel/Hawke has earned his nickname, for sure. Doesn't mean I can't love the guy. -------> Sure, he kidnaps her ... but very quickly, it's her choice to stay with him. To work with him to get both of their brothers back. He gives her freedom to make her own choices, even when he is unhappy with them. He respects her, physically and emotionally. He answers her questions with no judgement, and is honest with her. <-------- He is kinda perfect himself. And Poppy and Casteel together? Um .... ------->Holy fucking hell. It's hot. I love when you can feel the tension and chemistry between two characters, and it blows me away in this book. The banter, the passionate fighting, the sex, and all the things they do before they get to that point again? The last chapters of the book are just epic. Poppy and Casteel finally being real, not "pretending," and getting married. Yes. I am all for it. The fact they get married in this book, with two more to go ... shit is going down. I know it. <-------. Perfection. Utter perfection.
We can't forget about the side characters in this book. Kieran. I'm kinda obsessed with Kieran. He adds a level of humor to everything with his personality, but obviously also takes his role as protector very seriously. Casteel and Kieran together is always fun, but -------->Poppy and Kieran? I love! There were plenty of hints in the book that a possible threesome might happen at some point, and while I usually wouldn't mind that level of smut, I just don't see it. Kieran doesn't show any interest in Poppy like that. They very much seem like a big brother enduring his curious and talkative little sister. There is a level of respect and caring that they have for one another. Plus, does anyone really think Cas is going to be okay with Poppy having sex with anyone but him? If they are heartmates (which I think they are), he won't be able to endure that. And Poppy, wouldn't either. Cas can't even feed from someone else because of his love for Poppy. Forget about sex. <--------. We get to meet some of Kieran's family, and I'm totally in love with them too. It's obvious Kieran gets his sense of humor from his father (Jasper), and I love how fierce his baby sister (Vonetta) is. ------->
I honestly was thinking that she would be bonded with Poppy at some point, but considering what we find out in the end, Poppy doesn't really need a bonded wolven, as technically, all wolven are bound to protect her. <------- And now Alistir, a newcomer to the series. When I read the first three chapters after they were released a month early, I was feeling like this guy was bad news. Then -------> after Poppy and him have their first conversation, I was thinking that Poppy might actually get a father figure back in her life. But by the end of the book, I was right back to thinking this asshole is shady. It's obvious he was behind the stoning attack. He wants the crown. He obviously pushed his daughter into a relationship with Cas to get his bloodline onto the throne, and when that didn't work, he tried to push his niece to marry Cas. Shady, shady, shady. When all is revealed, I wonder if Cas will kill him himself, or if he will let Poppy do the honors after that stoning attack.<--------.
God there is so much I can say about this book. SO FREAKING MUCH. It's been a while since I have been so emotionally attached to a book/series. A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire was just ... perfect. Masterful. You need to read this book. This series if you haven't read From Blood and Ash yet. And a special treat in this book: at the end, you get a link to read the red pearl scene (From Blood and Ash) from Hawke's perspective, and it's pretty amazing.
Cas killing Landell for his insults and threat to Poppy and
Casteel and Poppy's fight after her escape
Casteel comforting Poppy after a nightmare
Kieran explaining to Poppy that Casteel can smell her "arousal" to her mortification
Casteel and Poppy's bargain
All of Poppy's questions and Kieran's annoyance with them
Casteel announcing who he was to Lord Chaney
Poppy and Casteel's "disagreement" while riding the house, ending with Poppy elbowing Casteel in the stomach
Poppy's shock at Kieran's nakedness
Kieran explaining to Poppy that he thinks Poppy and Casteel are heartmates
The Joining talk with Alastir, and Casteel's reaction to it.
The. Freaking. Feeding. Holy gods.
Casteel teaching Poppy how to ride a horse
Poppy healing Beckett
Poppy addressing the people who are fearful and disgusted by her at dinner
Casteel and Poppy's conversation
Da dum da dum ... and what comes after <3
Kieran nudging Poppy's hand with the wedding band in his Wolven form
The carriage scene.
Reaching Atlantia and THAT ENDING
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Casteel: "Which part confuses you?"
Poppy: "It's the part where you think I would actually marry you."
Across from me, I heard the choked sound of someone trying to conceal laughter. I flicked a look at the handsome face of a tawny-brown-skinned, pale-blue-eyed wolven - a creature able to take the form of a wolf as easily as they could assume the form of a mortal.
Elijah: “As I just said, I’m with Casteel. Always, and no matter what he chooses. And if he chooses her, then we all do.”
My wide eyes followed the blur that was Casteel as he pinned Landell to the wall, his forearm pressed into the wolven’s throat.
Casteel: “I just want you to know that I’m not even particularly upset about you questioning what I intend to do. How you’ve spoken to me doesn’t bother me. I’m not insecure enough to care about the opinions of little men. If that had been all, I would’ve overlooked it. If you had stopped after the first time you referenced her, I would’ve let you walk out of here with just your overinflated sense of self-worth. But then you insulted her. You made her flinch, and then you threatened her. I will not forget that.”
Landell: “I –“
Casteel: “And I will not be able to forgive you.”
Casteel jerked his arm back, throwing something to the floor. It landed with a fleshy smack.
My lips slowly parted as I realized what the lumpy, red mass was. Oh, my gods. A heart. It was an actual heart.
Casteel: “There is no side of you that is not as beautiful as the other half. Not a single inch isn’t stunning. That was true the first time I said it to you, and it is still the truth today and tomorrow.”
Alastir: “Penellaphe? Named after the Goddess of Wisdom, Loyalty, and Duty?”
Alastir: “A fitting name for the Maiden, I imagine.”
Casteel: “You wouldn’t think that if you knew her.”
Poppy: “If you say I smell like Casteel again, I will punch you in the face. Hard.”
Kieran: “You do smell like him, but that’s not it. You smell of death.”
Poppy: “Should I fear him?”
Kieran: “He has done things some might find unforgivable. Things that would haunt your sleep and leave you with nightmares long after you wake. He may hate being called the Dark One, but he has earned that name. But he’s the one thing in all the kingdoms that you, and only you, never have to fear.”
Poppy: “Dammit. I’m not going back to the keep. You will have to force me, and I will not make it easy for you. I will fight you.”
Casteel: “If you’re looking for a fight … You’ll fight me, Princess.”
Casteel: "I suppose I will need to add lock picking to the ever-growing list of attributes. But what a very un-Maiden-like talent to have. Then again, I shouldn't be that surprised. You have many un-Maiden-like talents, don't you?"
Casteel: "No one, and I mean no one, speaks of you like that. Threatens you and lives."
Casteel: "This reminds me of the stables. You were just as violent then as you are now."
His weight and the heat of his body against my back and the iciness of the snow at my front was a shock to my senses, stunning me.
Casteel: "Most wouldn't find that such an attractive quality. But ..."
His mouth brushing my jaw, followed by the graze of his sharp teeth, sending an illicit thrill through me.
Casteel: "I'm not most people."
Poppy: "I don't like anything about you."
He laughed as his lips skimmed the side of my throat
Casteel: "I love how you lie."
Casteel: "Your penchant for violence isn't anything to be ashamed of. Not with me. Haven't I told you it turns me on?"
Poppy: "One too many times."
I said, pushing off the ground against Casteel. I felt him against me for a brief moment, felt the proof of his words. The tight throbbing response to the knowledge made me question my sanity.
Casteel hadn't expected the move, and he slipped to the side - or maybe he was just humoring me. Probably the latter. Either way, I scrambled to my knees and turned on him, throwing a wild punch.
Casteel caught my hand.
Casteel: "Then I guess it would be repetitive of me to tell you how much you're turning me on now?"
Poppy: "That and how incredibly disturbing it is."
He smiled up at me, his eyes twin golden flames.
Casteel: "I do so prefer hand-to-hand combat with you."
he said, catching my other wrist when I swung my fist down.
Casteel: "I like how close it brings us, Princess."
I shrieked my frustration - my irritation - at him. At myself.
Poppy: "There is something so wrong with you!"
Casteel: "Probably, but you know what? That's the part you like the most."
Casteel: "If I'd known those marks were bites, I would've realized what you were right away."
Poppy: "Yeah, well ... Would that have changed anything?"
Casteel: "No, Poppy. You being mortal or half-Atlantian wouldn't have changed what was already happening."
Poppy: "I'll try to escape again."
Casteel: "I figured as much."
Poppy: "I'm not going to stop fighting you."
Casteel: "I wouldn't want you to."
He looked up, one eyebrow raised.
Kieran: "What took you two so long? I was actually beginning to wonder if she beat you."
Casteel: "You seem real concerned sitting there."
Kieran: I was beside myself with worry."
Casteel: "You're so incredibly violent."
Poppy: "Only around you."
His lips curled into a half-grin, revealing the dimple in his right cheek.
Casteel: "Now, you know that's not true at all. But you know what is true?"
Poppy: "What? What's true?"
He smiled then, a real one.
Casteel: "It still turns me on, Princess."
Poppy: "You lie."
Casteel: "Why would I lie about something like that?"
Poppy: "Because you're a liar?"
Casteel: "Poppy, you wound me. In my heart. Again."
Poppy: "Don't whine. You'll heal. Again. Unfortunately."
Casteel: "There's a lot we need to talk about, Poppy."
Poppy: "There is. But talking doesn't require you to be shirtless."
Casteel: "Talking doesn't require any clothes at all. I can promise you that some of the most interesting conversations take place with no clothes to speak of."
Casteel: "I am Hawke. And I am Casteel. I'm not two separate people, no matter how badly you want to believe that."
Casteel: "It's considered a great honor in Atlantia to be welcomed into the bosom of the noble, ruling family. I think my mother is going to like you."
I shot to my feet.
Poppy: "We are not getting married!"
Slamming the knife down, it scored deep into the wood of the table by the bed, the handle vibrating from the impact.
Casteel: "On second thought, my mother is definitely going to like you."
Poppy: "Why? Because I didn't throw it at your face this time?"
Casteel: "She'll most likely be amused that you have done exactly that."
Casteel: "You are so incredibly beautiful when you're angry."
Casteel: "I hope you don't think I'm foolish enough to trust your vow. SO, either it's me in here, or it's Kieran. Would you rather it be him? If so, I will summon him for you. But just so you know, he often slips into his wolven form and has a habit of kicking in his sleep."
My lips slowly parted.
Poppy: "What? Wait. I don't need an explanation of that. I don't want Kieran."
A hint of a smile was pure wickedness.
Casteel: "You want me."
Poppy: "That is not what I said. You can sleep on the floor."
Poppy: "You and I are never going to do anything like what we did before."
Casteel: "Would you say it would be ... impossible?"
Poppy: "Yes. It's definitely impossible."
Casteel: "But didn't you just say nothing was impossible?"
I stared down at him, at an absolute loss for words.
Poppy: "I want to stab you in the heart right now."
Casteel: "I'm sure you do."
Poppy: "Why did you tell me? Why did you have to tell me that Hawke was your middle name?"
Casteel: "Because you needed to know that not everything was a lie."
Casteel: "If I had known that Lord Mazeen joined him, he would've been staked to that wall right alongside the Duke."
Poppy: "I'm glad you didn't. If you had, I wouldn't have gotten to see the look on his face when I sliced off his hand and then his head."
Casteel stared at me, the corners of his lips curving up.
Casteel: "So incredibly violent, my Princess."
Delano: "I thought ... I thought I heard you calling my name. Screaming for help. It must've been the wind."
Poppy: "Or your guilty conscience."
Delano: "Probably the wind."
Poppy: "What are you doing in here?"
Kieran: "Other than wondering exactly what choices I made in my life that led me to this exact moment?"
Kieran started to block me once more, and I'd had it with the ridiculousness.
Poppy: "He can see me standing behind you. You're a giant oaf, but not that giant of an oaf."
Alistir: "He does seem quite taken with you."
Poppy: "I think he's far more taken with himself."
A loud laugh burst from the elemental.
Emil: "I think I can now be counted as one of those taken with you."
My cheeks flushed
Kieran: "I would advice against saying that in front of Casteel."
Kieran: "No matter how hard you try with that knife you just swiped, you will not be able to kill Cas with it."
My head swung in his direction.
Poppy: "I'm not planning to kill him with it."
Kieran: "I would hope not. It would probably only further endear you to him."
Poppy: "I'm going to ignore that incredibly disturbing possibility."
Casteel: "I'm curious. What are you two discussing that has Poppy looking as if she's five seconds away from crawling under the table?"
Kieran: "I was just telling her about how you have heightened physical senses. Like your ability to see better than her, and scent her arousal -"
Poppy: "Oh, my gods!"
I spun on the bench, swinging at Kieran, but he easily avoided my fist.
Kieran: "I'm sorry. I meant desire. She doesn't like the word arousal."
Casteel: "You're beautiful when you're quiet and somber, but when you laugh? You rival the sunrise over the Skotos Mountains."
Casteel: "Atlantia rose from blood and ash. We are no longer a fallen kingdom. Not by any sense of the word. We haven't been for a very long time. We are a kingdom of fire."
Poppy: "You ... you don't like this, do you? The situation I'm in - that we're in."
A muscle flexed in his jaw once more, but he said nothing.
Poppy: "That's why you aren't just hauling me straight to the capital right now, demanding the exchange. That would be quicker. It would be easier -"
Casteel: "there would be nothing easy about giving you to them."
Poppy: "I can hate that I'm nothing more than a pawn to you and still understand why I am."
Casteel: "You're not just a pawn to me, Poppy."
Poppy: "I will not pretend to be the docile fiancée without an audience."
Casteel: "Understandable. But if you want to pretend to be just that in private -"
Poppy: "Not going to happen."
Something glimmered in his golden eyes
Casteel: "I think you will find that I can be impossible charming."
Casteel: "I feel like this is a trick, and you're two seconds from trying to plunge that knife into my heart again."
I coughed out a dry laugh.
Poppy: "What good would that do? You'd only be annoyed, and the knife is not nearly sharp enough to sever your head or pierce your incredibly thick skull."
Casteel: "But it would give you great satisfaction."
I considered that.
Casteel: "I knew it."
Kieran: "I can't wait to see how you two are going to pull this off."
Poppy: "What does that mean?"
Kieran: "Not a minute has gone by since we left the Blood Forest that you aren't threatening Casteel's life."
Poppy: "That's' an exaggeration. There's definitely been ... several minutes have gone by."
Kieran: "Casteel will announce you as his fiancée. It will be wise to behave appropriately."
Poppy: "Do you think I'm going to scream in Casteel's face and run off instead."
A hint of a smile appeared.
Kieran: "I wouldn't be surprised."
Poppy: "I wouldn't confuse submission for distraction, and I wouldn't mistake obedience for stupidity when it's apparent that you know very little about the people of Solis."
Poppy: "I'm not foolish enough to not feel fear when I know that any of you could kill me before I even have a chance to take my last breath. But fearing what you're capable of doesn't mean I fear you."
Casteel leaned in, his voice in my ear.
Casteel: "Still so incredibly brave."
Casteel: "Someone did take her. Obviously."
Alastir: "Ah, yes, you did take her. But do you really intend to keep her?"
Casteel: "I wouldn't be marrying her if I didn't plan on keeping her."
Casteel: "Penellaphe intrigued me from the first moment I spoke to her."
Alastir: "I can see why. She's utterly unique, and most likely not what one would expect from the Maiden."
Casteel: "She is unique and brave, intelligent and beautiful. And completely unexpected. But she is not the Maiden, Alastir. And if you refer to her as the Maiden one more time, we are going to have a problem. Understand?"
Casteel: "Just so you know, Penellaphe doesn't need protection. She is more than capable of handling things herself. But that is my future you are walking away with. Guard her well. Your life depends on it."
Kieran: "Please don't die. Casteel would be most displeased."
Kieran: "Perfect timing. Your fiancée has questions."
Casteel: "Perhaps I have answers. And, yes, before you ask, you're free to do as you please."
Kieran: "Thank the gods."
Poppy: "Did they have a certain eye color? Because I don't have gold or hazel eyes?"
Casteel: "No. Yours are the color of an Atlantian spring - of dew-kissed leaves."
Casteel: "I am born of the first kingdom. Created from the blood and ash of all those who fell before me. I have risen to take back what is mine. I'm who you call the Dark One. Yes, I have the Maiden, and I'm not giving her back."
Casteel: "You don't understand. The people here don't know you. They don't -"
Poppy: "Trust me? Like me? I already knew that, Casteel. I don't need either of those things. That's not why I want to use my abilities."
Casteel: "Then you should get changed. I'll get jealous if anyone else sees how pretty your legs are."
Casteel: "To be honest, I had more pressing concerns."
I arched a brow
Poppy: "Really? What is more pressing than an omen sent by the gods?"
Casteel: "You waking up uninjured was more pressing than a vague, rather unhelpful message from the gods."
Older woman: "You are a second daughter. Not a Maiden, but Chosen nonetheless."
Poppy: "Did you just pull me into a pantry?"
Casteel: "I did."
Casteel's chin dipped as he stepped into me.
I stepped back, bumping into a shelf. Jars rattled. He was so tall, I had to crane my neck all the way back to meet his gaze.
Casteel: "I wanted a moment alone."
He placed his hands on the cupboard above my head.
Casteel: "With you."
Senses hyperaware, I watched him lean in as a confusing tremor of anticipation coiled its way down my spine.
Poppy: "And you needed this moment alone in a pantry?"
He turned his head slightly, lining up his mouth with mine.
Casteel: "I just needed."
Tiny shivers hit every part of me. I opened my mouth to tell him that whatever he needed didn't involve him and me in a pantry, but nothing came out. No protests. No warnings. I simply stared up at him, waiting and ... wanting.
His forehead dropped to mine.
Casteel: "There is one more thing I need. Something that I've needed for days. Weeks. Months. Maybe forever."
The bridge of his nose brushed mine.
Casteel: "But I know you won't allow it. Not like this."
Poppy: "What ... what have you needed for so long?"
Poppy: "I thought you were going to kiss me."
Casteel: "Isn't that what I'm doing?"
I shook my head.
Poppy: "That's not what you can do."
He chuckled against my lips.
Casteel: "You're right. It's not."
Then he truly kissed me.
He claimed my lips as if he were staking a claim to my very soul. The possibility that he was already well on his way to doing so should've served as a dire warning, but I was far too immersed, far too gone at the feel of him, lost in how demanding his lips were.
Poppy: "Were you injured?"
Casteel: "Would you fret with worry if I was?"
The corners of my lips turned down. No? Yes?
Poppy: "Not particularly."
Casteel: "Ouch. You wound me yet again."
Kieran: "He's not wounded. At least, not physically. Emotionally, I believe you left him shredded."
I rolled my eyes
Casteel; "Retribution is yours, if you want it. And if not, I will be your blade, the thing that ends his miserable existence. It's your choice."
Poppy: "He doesn't speak now?"
Kieran: "I tore out his tongue."
Both Casteel and I looked at him.
The wolven shrugged
Kieran: "He annoyed me."
Casteel: "Well. Okay, then."
Kieran: "Is there something you wanted to discuss? Or is there something you want to ask? I'm sure there is something you'd like to ask."
I frowned at the wolven
Poppy: "There's nothing I want to ask."
Kieran: "Then why are you sighing every five minutes?"
Poppy: "I'm not sighing every five minutes. Actually, there is something I want to ask."
His expression turned bland.
Gently, he pried my fingers from the dagger
Casteel: "I'm just putting this down. It's still within reach in case you want to stab me."
Poppy: "I don't want to stab you."
Casteel: "That would be a first."
I hiccupped a shaky laugh.
Casteel: "Try to remember you said that later when I'm sure I'll give you a reason to stab me."
Casteel: "Let me be enough, at least for tonight."
Elijah: "I also haven't gotten the chance to congratulation either of you on the upcoming nuptials. To be honest, every day I half-expected to find the Prince sliced up in all the ways a man fears."
I blinked slowly.
Casteel chuckled deeply.
Casteel: "You're not the only one. I expected to be picking up pieces of myself."
He glanced down at me, his lips slightly parted.
Casteel: "But I was once told that the best relationships are the ones where passions run high."
My brows started to pucker.
Kieran: "I wonder who told you that."
Elijah: "It was me."
Elijah laughed as he clapped his hand on Kieran's shoulder, causing the wolven to stumble.
Elijah: "Told him that if a woman fights with that kind of passion and makes you work that hard to earn even a smile, then that's the kind of woman you want by your side in and out of the bedchamber."
My mouth opened, but I truly had nothing to say.
Elijah: "Keep our Prince in line and do so vigilantly. I expect to hear many stories that involve you throwing down with him."
Casteel: "You really don't need to encourage her."
Poppy : "By the way, I'm not yours. I don't belong to anyone but myself. Nothing changes that."
Casteel: "What if I just wanted a piece of you? A tiny piece that belonged to me? I can think of a few I would love to have, Princess."
My cheeks warmed
Poppy: "I bet you can."
His laugh was rough and deep.
Casteel: "Tell me what piece of you I can have. It can be any piece of your choosing. Whatever it is, I'll take it."
His chin grazed my cheek.
Casteel: "It will be my most prized possession."
I didn't offer Casteel a piece of me as we rode forward, joining the others. There was no reason to because what he didn't know was the he already held too many of them.
Poppy: "I don't know how I'm supposed to behave in a way that will convince others that we're ... together."
Casteel: "You just need to be yourself, Poppy."
Poppy: "Being myself would likely mean arguing with you constantly -"
Casteel: "And threatening to stab me. I know."
Poppy: "How is me threatening to stab you going to convince anyone that this engagement is real?"
Casteel: "I'll admit, that would lead the average person to believe there were no fond feelings between us, but no one would believe that I would choose a submissive Maiden over my brother. They'd expect me to fall for someone as fiery as she is kind, brave ... even to a fault. Someone who pushes back. They'd expect someone like you, to be honest."
Poppy: "What we have is simply an impersonal agreement and nothing more."
Casteel: "Impersonal? Is that so?"
His hand drifted lower, over the flap of buttons on my pants.
My breath hitched.
Casteel: "Interesting. It didn't seem impersonal last night."
he murmured, and then caught the lobe of my ear between his teeth. I gasped, my eyes wide as the little nip set fire to my blood. Slowly freeing the sensitive flesh, he chuckled as his lips touched the space behind my ear, and then I felt the indecent thrill of his sharp teeth dragging over the skin of my throat.
For a moment, all thoughts scattered. My boiling blood roared in my ears, through my body, tightening my breasts and settling between my legs, where his fingers ventured dangerously close. They made those tiny circles that tugged at the seam of my pants, rubbing it against my very center. My back arched without thought, and a hidden, reckless part of me wished I could will those fingers lower -
Casteel: "And now? Sure doesn't feel impersonal."
I reacted without though, slamming my elbow into his stomach. Casteel grunted out a curse.
Delano: "Please don't fight atop the horse. None of us wish to watch Setti trample either of you."
Kieran: "Speak for yourself."
Casteel straightened behind me
Casteel: "Don't worry. Neither of us will fall. It was just a love lap."
Naill: "That did not look like a love tap."
Casteel: "That's because it was a very passionate one."
Poppy: "You're about to get a love tap to your face."
Casteel spun suddenly, shielding my body with his. He jerked and growled out a sharp curse, and I knew he'd taken another arrow.
Casteel: "This is getting extremely annoying."
he snarled, thrusting me behind a tree. He tossed the quiver of arrows I hadn't seen him grab toward me.
Casteel: "Don't get shot. That will be even more annoying."
Poppy: "You're naked!"
Kieran: "I am."
And he was.
Like completely naked, and I saw way too much tawny-hued skin. Way too much. I quickly spun around, my wide eyes clashing with Casteel's.
Casteel: "You should see your face right now. It looks like you've been sunbathing."
Poppy: "Because he's naked. Like, super naked."
Casteel: "What do you think happens when he shifts forms?"
Poppy: "The last time his pants actually stayed on!"
Casteel: "And sometimes they don't."
Kieran: "Those pants were looser, I suppose. There's no need to be embarrassed. It's only skin."
What I saw was not only skin.
Poppy: "He has to be cold!"
Kieran: "Wolven body temperatures run higher than normal. I'm just a little chilled. As I'm sure you noticed."
Casteel: "I doubt she knows what you're referencing."
I inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled slowly.
Poppy: "I know exactly what he's referencing, thank you very much."
Casteel: "How do you know that? If you know what that means, then someone has been very naughty."
Kieran: "You took out the mouthy one?"
I nodded as Casteel cursed when the arrow he'd been pulling on most likely got stuck on something important. Like an organ.
Kieran: "With your dagger?"
Poppy: "That and my sparkling personality."
The wolven snorted.
Kieran: "It was probably the latter that did him in."
Delano: "I heard one of them talk about how they wanted to make a cloak out of my fur. My fur should be reserved for something far more luxurious than a cloak. I bit him extra hard for that."
She turned the diamond in her hand, light catching on its irregular dips and peaks.
Queen Ileana: "Beauty, my sweet child, is often broken and barbed, and always unexpected."
Poppy: "Why does everyone think I'm going to stab them when I pick up anything that's not blunt?"
Kieran: "Well, you do have a habit of doing exactly that."
I started to argue but quickly realized that, unfortunately, he had a point.
Poppy: "Only when it's deserved. And it's not my fault that some of you deserve to be stabbed. Repeatedly."
My eyes narrowed.
Kieran: "He wouldn't be marrying you, risking the ire of not just his entire kingdom but also his parents, who you will soon discover are not two people you want to anger just so you have a chance to make it through this alive, free from the Ascended and from him. If that is what you choose. But more importantly, he would've stuck to the plan he spent years cultivating, and we would've already been halfway to Carsodonia to exchange you for his brother. Yet, here we are. And the only reason why any of that changed is because once he got to know you, he started to care for you."
I wanted Kieran to take back those words because they did things to my heart, and even worse, dangerous things to my mind.
Poppy: "You're annoying."
Kieran: "The truth often is. But you want to know an even more annoying truth?"
Poppy: "Not really."
Kieran: Too bad, because you need to hear this. He cares for you just like you care for him despite the lies and the betrayal. That's why, even when you were the Maiden, you shared your secrets with him and allowed him things you would've never permitted anyone else. That's why you didn't use that dagger strapped to your thigh this morning, even though you knew how to use it against an Atlantian. That's why, even now, you are concerned about him. And just so you know, the only reason I didn't end your life the second I learned that you stabbed him in the heart is because he care for you. Is that less vague enough for you, Penellaphe?"
Kieran: "He was Casteel then just like he's Hawke now. And you know that. You just aren't ready to accept it."
Kieran: "Cas told me once that he felt as if he already knew you after speaking with you just a few times."
Poppy: "I asked him about that."
Kieran: "This is my surprised face."
When I looked at him, his expression was the same as always. Bored with a hint of amusement.
Poppy: "He told me he believed it was the Atlantian blood in him, recognizing mine."
Kieran: "And you felt the same?"
Poppy: "Is that a possibility?"
Kieran: "Possibly. But I don't think that's the case. I think it's something deeper than that. Something intangible, far rarer and stronger than bloodlines and even the gods. Something powerful enough that it has ushered in great change in the past. I think you're heartmates."
Poppy: "Can I ask you something?"
Kieran: "I have a feeling if I said no, it wouldn't stop you."
Alastir: "This is going to be an incredibly awkward conversation."
I started to grin.
Poppy: "Now, I'm really interested."
Alastir: "And you will likely change your tune fairly quickly."
I wanted to know about who he used to be before he lost Shea, lost his brother. And I wanted to know all of that because I ... I cared about him. Because I'd never stopped falling.
I was in so much trouble.
Casteel: "Forcing a warrior to don a veil of submission was never going to last."
Poppy: "I don't know about the warrior part -"
Casteel: "I do. From the moment you stayed instead of walking out of that room at the Red Pearl, I knew you had a warrior's strength and bravery."
Poppy: "He told me about the Joining."
Casteel's head swung toward mine so fast, I was surprised he didn't crack his neck.
Casteel: "He did what?"
Poppy: "Do I really need to repeat that?"
Casteel: "What did he tell you?"
Poppy: "He told me what it is. That it's a blood exchange that often turns into something, um, more intimate."
Casteel: "Good gods, he did not."
Poppy: "He did."
Casteel: "I ..."
Casteel suddenly broke out into deep, thunderous laughter. The kind that was so loud and hard, it sounded like it hurt.
My wide gaze shot to him.
Casteel: "I'm sorry. It's just that I would've paid good money to see him try to explain that to you."
Casteel: "Wait. Do you even know what could happen during that ritual that would make it so very crude -"
Poppy: "I know what could happen."
Casteel: "Is it because of that diary?"
Poppy: "Shut up."
Casteel: "Did you bookmark the chapters detailing how Willa spent afternoons entertaining not one but two suitors, one in the front and the other -?"
Poppy: "You seem to know a lot about that book."
Casteel: "I love that fucking book."
Poppy: "I felt your hunger, Casteel, and I don't need to do this. I stopped doing things I didn't want to do the moment I took off the damn veil. I want to help you. Because as stupid as this may make me, and only the gods know why, I care about you!"
There was no silencing the laugh. It burst from me. And Casteel - he moved so unbelievably fast. His head dipped, and his mouth was on mine before the laugh even faded. The shock of his lips against mine sent a jolt through me. The kiss was ... it was as intoxicating as his bite, as everything about him was. And when his fingers sifted through my h air, guiding my head back, t here were no protests to be found. The kiss deepened, and the touch of his fangs, his tongue on mine, sent a hot, tight shudder through me.
Casteel: "Sorry. I know I should've asked first, but your laugh ... It undoes me, Poppy."
Kieran: "Dear gods, you have her on her own horse? Soon, she'll be running one of us over instead of stabbing us."
Kieran: "Good job."
Poppy: "Shut up."
Kieran: "I hope you're not embarrassed about this morning."
Poppy: "I'm not embarrassed."
Kieran: "You're not? You won't look at me."
Poppy: "I was just looking at you a few moments ago."
Kieran: "Only because you wanted to do violent and terrible things to me."
I smiled because that was true.
Kieran: "You look like you want to do that now."
Brows raised, I looked at him.
Poppy: "Happy? I'm looking at you now."
A half-grin appeared
Kieran: "Yes, but your face is as red as a tomato."
Kieran: And you still look like you want to murder me."