Unhinged (Dance With My Demons, #1)

by Steph Macca

I twitch as I feel someone close by staring at me intently. I turn my head to the right, staring at the guy parallel to me. He shows no signs of discomfort at me having caught him watching. My eyebrows furrow with uneasiness, my eyes meeting his dark gray orbs. Something catches my gaze and they drift lower, noticing a red scar on his neck — like someone slashed open his throat. I quickly look back up, his lips breaking into a wide smile. His dark brown hair looks freshly cut and styled, making me suspicious. Surely we have access to things like haircuts and basic services, but the fact it looks like he has wax or gel in his hair confuses me, as does the black nail polish on his fingers. "Hi," he says quietly, winking at me.

is this another one?