Cyril, Isaac, Asher, Ezra, and Arlo call themselves the Lost Boys, and they’re just one branch of a ‘family’ that rules everything in the city I grew up in. They’re the bad guys, in every sense of the word, and they don’t 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 they’re the only reason I made it out alive. That even though I didn’t know it at the time, they saved me. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t see them do it. It doesn’t matter that I doubt these monsters are capable of anything other than taking a life.
Because their word is law, and now that they’ve saved me?
They own me.
But I’m not a pushover, and I don’t need a knife to prove to them I won’t be made theirs so easily.