Where There's a Will (Lost Boys, #1)

by Jessie Walker

I laugh until there are tears joining the sleet melting down my face. I laugh until I’m screaming. I laugh until I’ve got my knees pressed against my chest; and I’ve got the barrel of my dad’s .45 squeezed between my hands, cradled under my chin.

There’s something about Will Foster that makes me want to throw his head in a blender.

He searches my face, and I wonder what he sees. If he can spot the darkness that clings to me like a tightly-pressed shadow. The ugly thing inside me that hovers in the back of my throat, snapping its teeth at the ready for when my heart inevitably becomes too greedy, too reckless, too...much. That thing that never fails to hurt those I love. I must remember who I am. Where I come from. What I’ve done. I must remember.

his teeth, right against my parted, panting mouth, he snarls, “I hate you.” I smile a sad, breathy smile against his bared teeth. “Show me.”

His eyes narrow up at me. “You don’t play fair.” I smirk knowingly. “Payback.” “For what?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He chuckles low and dangerously. “Babe, you’re playing with fire.” I suck in a breath, heat licking over my body. Fuck.

“You’re the one who kissed me first. Fuck, you’ve kissed me first every goddamn time.”