The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys, #4)

by Nikki St. Crowe

Second time, it was when I ate a girl I shouldn’t have.” Pan’s gaze cuts to mine. “And not in the enjoyable way,” I clarify.

“No,” I tell him. “You thought it would be easy. You thought you would arrive at some point in your future where your troubles melted away. It’s a trap, Peter Pan. I have lived a long time and I’ve seen a great many things, and I can assure you, there is no point in the future where problems do not exist. Where your doubts are no more. Your hardships gone. Where things are easy. “There is no point in the future where it doesn’t hurt right here”—I tap at my chest—“when something you love breaks or abandons you. There is only now and what you do with that now.”