“You’re testing me,” said Will. “You shouldn’t.” “Why not? You’re the perfect hero, aren’t you?” “I’m not your salvation,” said Will. “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.”
