The Dark One (Vicious Lost Boys, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

Vane leans back in his chair and opens his book. He’s always got a book within reach.

Of course I swallowed it. I’m no slouch.

I am cold inside. I want to be warm.

Because, of course, I’m right. I always am.

Literally me

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