The Dark One (Vicious Lost Boys, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“I might be fooling myself,” he says, his eyes hooded, his voice hoarse. “Perhaps with you, Darling, there is only desperation.”

He is a mirage I am endlessly chasing and I’m terrified of both reaching him and never reaching him.

I will pick Darling over my own wings because with her I am already flying. She is mine and I am hers.