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Cyril, Isaac, Asher, Ezra, and Arlo call themselves the Lost Boys, and theyโre just one branch of a โfamilyโ that rules everything in the city I grew up in. Theyโre the bad guys, in every sense of the word, and they donโt care who knows it.
Worse? They want to show me all of their sharp, bloody edges
After a vacation gone wrong, the Lost Boys tell me that theyโre the only reason I made it out alive. That even though I didnโt know it at the time, they saved me. It doesnโt matter that I didnโt see them do it. It doesnโt matter that I doubt these monsters are capable of anything other than taking a life.
Because their word is law, and now that theyโve saved me?
They own me.
But Iโm not a pushover, and I donโt need a knife to prove to them I wonโt be made theirs so easily.