CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Chris narrowed his eyes. “How do you know my name?”
Then it struck him. This weird-looking kid was one of Oliver’s people, wasn’t he? One of those freaks with powers. That’s why he resembled a vampire. He probably was one!
The strange boy smiled, his thin lips twitching. “My name is Malcolm Malice.”
He had a posh voice, like one of the kids from the expensive Catholic school up the road. Chris had pounded a few of them in his time, too.
“I don’t care who you are,” Chris snapped. “I want to know how you know me.”
Irritated by the stranger, Chris lunged for the boy and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. He screwed the fabric up in his fist and glared into the boy’s face.
The boy looked down at his crumpled shirt. When his eyes roved back up to Chris’s face, his ex
