Far From Neverland

by River Hale

Everything is dark now. I don’t miss the sun—Neverland’s star. It left when Pan left, like it simply died out. Good riddance.

Understand?” I nod once, the movement jerky. “Good boy.” Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. And I absolutely wasn’t expecting my body’s response to it, to feel the urge to melt into him.

Fuck. Why does he have to be hot as sin? And why do I have to be such a goddamn idiot? These are the only two questions that are keeping my crooked, unbalanced world still spinning.

You depend on pretending, Peter. You always have. Even in this world.”

He’s simply this devastatingly gorgeous man who ignites my entire body on fire with one touch while simultaneously keeping me frozen with one look.

I’ve always been obsessed with Peter Pan, but that obsession has morphed into something even more dangerous. Possessive. Salacious.

He called me Peter. He chased away my shadow. He took care of me. I think he saved my life.