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Review
I’ve been waiting for the conclusion to this enemies-to-lovers vampire-shifter love story! And I knew I would not be disappointed with book 2.
Before reading this review, please keep in mind that this book is not a standalone. You’ll have to read Dark Days : Semester One before jumping in.
We pick up right where things left off in book 1 and sooo much has happened. I’ve been dying to know what the aftermath (emotionally) would be like between Calder and Emma. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty and I was left just hoping sooo hard that they would be able to get through it.
Since we get a little sliver that Calder’s past was enough for him to flee towards something better in book 1, we’ve all been wondering what exactly happened. I was not prepared and it nearly broke my heart, I felt like Emma’s reaction was authentic and real. And it made us relate to her so much during that scene. But my goodness, I absolutely felt for Calder as well. Someone just trying to move on from his past and live a better life, to just be good. It’s not always the easiest for someone to see past all of that.
I absolutely love the dynamics between the two. Yes, we have the enemies-to-lovers aspect, but also the forbidden part with Emma being a wolf shifter and Calder, the uppity-up vampire. Natural enemies, they’re definitely fighting the way of their world.
This was such a great read with it’s twists and turns, I was hooked every second. The deep devotion between the both of them. Loved all of it, Liz!
[rating stars=”four-stars”]
dark days : semester one
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excerpt
As soon as my hand settled over the nape of her neck, Emma bolted upright, shrugging me off. “You don’t have to… Just go, Calder, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Well,” she wiped at her cheeks, “that’s not on you to fix.”
“I’m not trying to.”
“Calder—”
Oh, fuck it. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging her out from under Sampson and straight to me. Emma fought back, just as I knew she would, but not as hard as she could have—and less still when the tears started up again.
“Calder, just stop…”
I maneuvered her easily, lifting the shifter onto my lap, her back to my chest, both arms snapped tight around her in an embrace she couldn’t break even if she tried. And she tried. Emma pushed at my arms, drove her elbows into my ribs—weeping. She fought until she broke, until she went limp against me, body wracked with sobs, her nails sinking into my forearms like a steel bear trap. Pain flickered at the indents. I ignored it, all of it, and just held her, my face buried in her hair, drowning in lavender.
Our hearts beating as one.
