The Never King (Vicious Lost Boys, #1)

by Nikki St. Crowe

I am dead inside. And so fucking bored. And the only thing I have to look forward to is being kidnapped by a myth. Happy fucking birthday to me.

We don’t fuck the Darlings because fucking Darlings is what got us into this mess. We don’t fuck the Darlings. We just break them.

It’s all fun and games until they notice your fault lines, until they pry them open and peer inside.

“Three, two, one. One, two, three. Better watch out: Peter Pan is going to murder thee.”

She needs to know…there are no white knights here. Just monsters. And I am the worst one.

“Because in this world, and in yours, if you’re not the monster, then you’re the prey.