The Dark One (Vicious Lost Boys, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

Vane is mine. He’s mine and I’m his and I’m never going to let him push me away ever again.

Vane will always be the last person to demand anything from me and he will always be the one I want to please the most because of it.

“You think you’ve won something.” “No,” I say and press my lips against his. His mouth is unmoving for all of a second before he’s kissing me back. “I claimed something. I claimed you.”

“Darling, who did that to you?” I whirl around, giving him my front, but he takes me by the shoulders and spins me back again. His fingertips ghost over the scars and I couldn’t stop the shiver that overtakes me even if I tried. “Who?” he repeats. “Give me a name so that I can cut the skin from their bones.”

“I am magnificent.” “Quit bragging,” Vane says. “It does not become you.” “On the contrary. It becomes me very well.”

More than Pan, more than Bash and Kas, I wanted Vane because I recognize something in him that feels familiar. We are both broken and so fucking afraid that someone will notice.

“I am here,” he says, his voice raspy at my ear as he holds me at his side, his fingers trailing up my arm. “Do you feel that?” “Yes.” I shiver beneath him. “I am here and I am real and I’m not going anywhere.”