Dark Heir (Dark Rise, #2)

by C.S. Pacat

“He’s the Betrayer. You don’t need to give him a hot drink and a blanket.”

i will tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead

All those months staring at candles, while the light refused to respond to him. All he’d had to do was step into the dark.

YES

“Someone’s going to do it.” Searing, to touch the metal with his bare hand, to feel its heat and its need. “If someone’s going to do it,” said James, “I want it to be you.”

WHATOHMYGODNOWAYSHUTUPRIGHTNOW

He suited the sunset, as if he was part of the light that was slipping from the world.