Chapter 4: Quoth the RavenHe was a handsome kid, as Leo had thought, and it didn’t hurt any that he was pulling the sweatshirt down over his head and bare chest. Leo sighed and rolled his eyes. Sixteen, eighteen, twenty-four, there was no way in hell he’d ever mess with a kid that young anyhow, but he loved looking at them. The way their skin was so sure and clear, the way their bodies were meshed together so perfectly; and the poor things, the nice ones that is, had no idea how beautiful they were. He caught his neighbor’s eye, and she winked at him.
“Oh, uh, my name is Brendon, but call me Raven, since I dyed my hair black and, anyway, that’s what it means.” The boy tossed his curls proudly. “I’m really grateful for all you’ve done. I want to find out about my grandad when we get a chan
