When they were gone, a boy stepped from the shadows behind them. Pale skin. Black leather. Most would’ve called him handsome, though beautiful was probably a better word. He had high cheekbones and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen. A boy named Hush. He was holding a knife. Watching Mia and Ashlinn slip away into the dark, and running one slender fingertip over the razored edge. And he was smiling.
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