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There were dark deeds and bad seeds, but who cared if the house was falling apart as long as it was pretty, right?
I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.
Chess would teach me strategy, fencing would teach me human nature and self-preservation, and dancing would teach me my body. All necessary for a well-rounded person.
Three men stood outside my house, side by side, staring up at me through the window.
They were back. But why? They’d already graduated—more than a year ago, so why now?
They were here. The Four Horsemen.
Damon Torrance, Kai Mori, Will Grayson III, and—I locked my gaze on the bloodred mask covering the face of the one always in the lead a little more than the others—Michael Crist, Trevor’s older brother.
I spotted Damon Torrance right away.
The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.
“Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.”
Damon Torrance, son of a media mogul. Kai Mori, son of an influential socialite and banker. William Grayson III, grandson of Senator Grayson. And Michael Crist, son of a real estate developer.
“When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.”
And the things that were irreplaceable in life were the only things of value.
No. Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper.
Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.
Life is one-way, and there is no return trip. What are you waiting for?”
