“This world, Iris,” Christian says quietly, his grey-blue eyes locked on mine. “It’s always going to exist. Even if my father died, and I and all my brothers walked away…someone would step up to take his place. Someone would take over, and get power, and start doing it all again.”
“So, that someone has to be you?” I ask, raising my eyebrow, not really believing it.
“That someone should be me,” he snaps, a little frustrated with me. Heat and anger raise in my core, stirring me, because I’m just as frustrated by him now – and we’re both stubborn.
But Christian continues, his voice snapping a little. “It should be me, because I’ve lived outside of this world. I know that there are better things out there, Iris – I had thirteen years of sunshine before I was pulled into the darkness. I hav
