The Dancer and the Masks by Bea Paige

Prologue

ZAYN

We’re the Breakers.

We’re friends. A crew. A fucking team.

Me, York, Xeno, Dax.

Inseparable.

We all loved the same girl.

See a Penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck.

She was ours. Our Pen. Our shiny gold coin, and aside from dance, the only other bright thing in the pile of stinking shit that was our lives.

She was our first, our last, our everything.

Not anymore.

It’s been three years. Three years since we’ve seen her, talked to her, laughed with her, danced with her, fucking touched her.

Now we’re back.

Forgiveness is a luxury we can’t afford.

Too much has happened.

She believes we betrayed her. The truth is it was Pen who betrayed us.

We can’t let that go.

We won’t.