Dark Heir (Dark Rise, #2)

by C.S. Pacat

Like lambs born in clover, they did not fear a threat.

“If someone’s going to do it,” said James, “I want it to be you.”

Oh my GOD

“Are you going to let someone else put it on me? Let someone else—” “No,” said Will, the vehemence of it taking both James and himself by surprise. And then: “There must be a way to destroy it. When this is over. We’ll find a way.” He let the words sink in, James’s blue eyes wide. “If you still want me to order you around after that, I can.” James let out an astonished breath that was part laughter, as if he couldn’t believe Will had said that. “God, you’re not like anyone else,” said James. “Neither are you,” said Will. It came out low and soft. “Put the Collar away. Follow me because you want to.” “I am. I do. Shit.”

I love themmmmm

“You may be a dead man from a defunct world, but you are my wife, and you can’t appear at dinner without dressing!”

A sassy king.

“Take what was his. Prove you’re not afraid. And that nor am I. We have the night,” said James. “One night, before the end of the world.”

Jamessss 😭😭 the slow burn is BURNING

he lifted his hand to her cheek, and as her eyes closed, he kissed her, a long, aching kiss that she hadn’t known how much she wanted because it was her first.

My heart ACHES for these two 😣

“Tell me that you know,” said Will, “what I am, what I—” “I know,” said James. “Tell me you don’t care,” said Will. “I don’t care,” said James.

I am beside myself… C.S. Pacat how dare you do this