From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

hands. Some had received a reddish-brown stake through the center of
their chests, others through the head. Some of them were mortal. Some
were Atlantian. A half a dozen of them on either side. I saw Rolf and the
man I had rendered unconscious, and I saw…
I saw Mr. Tulis.
Myy knees weakened as I stared up at him. He was dead, face a ghastlyy
grayy color. He was mortal, but a stake protruded from his still chest
nonetheless.
All he’d wanted was to save his last child. He’d been given an
opportunityy to do so. He’d escaped, and now…now he was here.
Not all of them were dead.
One still breathed.
Jericho.
I locked down myy senses before I could reach out and see what kind
of pain he was in. His shaggyy head hung as his chest rose in ragged,
uneven breaths. Bloodstone pierced his palms, but the final fatal spike was
thrust through his throat. Crimson colored the front of his bare chest, his
pants, and pooled on the floor below him.
“I promised yyou theyy’d payy for what theyy did.” He didn’t sound or
look smug. He didn’t sound proud. “And now the others know what will
happen if theyy disobeyy me and seek to harm yyou.”
Bile crept up myy throat. “He’s…he’s still alive,” I whispered, staring
up at the wolven.
“Onlyy until I am readyy to end his life,” he commented, dropping myy
hand. He strode forward without another look back. Two men opened the
large wooden doors to the Great Room, and he entered, stalking toward the
center table where several covered dishes waited.
I thought I might be sick.
Kieran’s hand squeezed myy shoulder. “Theyy deserved no less.”
Had theyy?
Even Mr. Tulis, who’d most likelyy delivered the fatal blow to me.
“Go.” He urged with his hand. Somehow, I got myy feet moving as I
walked past the bodies pinned to the wall like butterflies.
In a daze, I didn’t realize that I was seated to the right of him at the
table, tyypicallyy a place of honor. Kieran took the chair next to me. Numblyy,
I sat there as servants unveiled the platters of food while the rest of his
entourage followed suit, seating themselves at the table. I recognized