
Colin had a white birthmark on his blonde hair and one on his blonde lashes. Blindingly white and full of bones, he looked more like a towering birch than a teenage boy.
“You want to know how white I am?” He whispered over the book stacks.
Ari glanced at the librarian, then followed Colin’s eyes under the
table. He pulled up his pant leg, exposing a white shin, with...