The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys, #4)

by Nikki St. Crowe

To all the girls who know the sound of a silent scream.

“But you know what?” Smee says. “Caring for so little means that when you actually do care, losing it has a much higher cost.”

“I can feel it,” he says, a soft utterance, a quiet secret. “Feel what?” “Your love,” he says. “In my chest.” He kisses my cheek, lingering close. “I can feel your love like a million golden stars in the endless abyss that is me.”

She’s the brightest shining light in the dark. The second star on the right.