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“There was something impossible about his beauty. He suited the sunset, as if he was part of the light that was slipping from the world.”
― C.S. Pacat, Dark Heir

“Will felt James’s hand come to rest on the back of his neck, fingers curling into his hair, a possessive gesture unmistakable in its meaning. “This one stays with me.” Will flushed, blood hot in his cheeks. He had not shared a room with James before. There had been two rooms at the inn at Castleton. Staying with James was a terrible idea.”
― C.S. Pacat, Dark Heir

“He suited the sunset, as if he was part of the light that was slipping from the world. Will thought, The land would be cold and dark if you were gone.”
― C.S. Pacat, Dark Heir

“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.”
― C.S. Pacat, Dark Heir