THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY
Ryker was a few steps ahead of me, already holding something pink and ridiculous in his hand.
Cotton candy.
He looked… so happy.
Like this place had unlocked something in him.
“Come on!” he called, waving me over.
I walked toward him, slower, taking in everything around us. Rides spun in the distance, people lined up at game stalls, the smell of fried food filled the air.
I frowned slightly.
“Everything here looks like a health violation.”
Ryker laughed.
“Oh my God, relax,” he said, holding up the cotton candy. “Try this.”
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