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In a world where marks appear on a select few individuals, Spencer lives in solitude and constant fear as one of the marked.
These marks spread across his skin and appears to be veins bleeding black ink.
Those without marks, or the "clean" people, detest those with marks. They target them and attack them and Spencer, living as the only openly marked boy in his town, feels like prey being hunted.
Just as there is someone at the bottom of the social hierarchy, there must be someone at the top.
Elio lives as the schools perfect "Golden Boy".
But even perfect boys have secrets.
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His golden hair appeared almost silver under the moon. His eyes were just as steady and just as terrifying.
I didn't dare take a breath.
He dropped his hand and smiled and I winced.
I literally winced.
He gestured to my headphones and with shaky hands I slipped them off, watching his smile bleed across his face, dripping with a new kind of terror I couldn't quite place.
"Hey," he said, light and typical of his golden boy persona, "I've seen you around at school."
I blinked at him, not used to a conversation this civil proceeding a murder attempt.
"I'm Elio," he smiled again. It didn't reach his eyes. Again.
I swallowed, hard and dry. "I know."