The Cure (The Cure Chronicles #1)

by K.A. Riley

Rys used to be gangly and awkward, just as all boys are in their early teenage years. But he’s filled out now, his shoulders broad, his arms muscular from the manual labor necessary to stay alive in the Mire. The boy I once thought of as a total geek is now a ripped geek. Not that I’d ever say that to his face.

It occurs to me as I gawk at the opulent residence that the Aristocrats are prisoners, just like I am. The only difference is that they don’t know it.

Rat-girl sneers. “Just ignore Luke. He’s got a serious case of M.I.S.” “M.I.S.?” “Masculine Insecurity Syndrome. The guy doesn’t like the idea of a girl getting better treatment than him.”

There are a few possibilities. Some become Patrol members. Others join the Directorate Guard, if they’re devoted enough to the cause.” “The cause,” I snicker. Well then, Marsh will probably get his wish. The guy is a walking pair of lips, puckered and ready to kiss Directorate butt at any moment.

Fools will cheer for anyone, as long as they’re on the winning side.