Dark Heir (Dark Rise, #2)

by C.S. Pacat

Will felt himself flush, the slow, hot spread he felt every time James used his power, mixing confusingly with the throbbing in his head.

Oh brudeerrr

Will flushed, blood hot in his cheeks. He had not shared a room with James before.

They almkst died and he gigglin cause he about to shre roomn with fine shyt

There was a deeper part of him that was pleased in ways that he shouldn’t be at how far James had pushed himself. For me, it also whispered. You drained yourself. You gave me everything you had.

“He won’t kill you just for lying down next to me,” said James. “Who won’t?” “You know who,” said James. “My jealous master.”

James is not a possession, Will wanted to say. He had to force himself to sit still, to allow the idea that someone was going to put hands on James. His head was pounding.

“He’s loyal to us,” said Will. “Is he?” Cyprian’s voice was hard. “Don’t forget that he was reborn to serve the Dark King.” “I never forget that,” said Will.

But James wasn’t wearing the Collar. He was protecting Will because he wanted to. Sarcean never had this, Will thought with a kind of weak longing, undone by what James was giving him.

Where there is fear, bring forth a beacon. For darkness

cannot bear the light.

It was the gentleness of this caress that was causing him spiraling panic.

“You can feel mine, can’t you?” James’s voice in his ear, soft as the touch. “You know I can.” He felt it when James walked into a room, felt it even when James was depleted, a guttering flame, and Will wanted to curl around him, and nurse that flame into blazing fire.