“I want her to come,” she tells me. “You don’t get a say,” I remind her. Winnie presses closer so that I’m now cornered by two Darling women. If one wasn’t enough… “I’m going.” Winnie crosses her arms over her chest. Behind me, Roc laughs. “You must know by now, brother, that it’s a futile endeavor, arguing with a Darling.” The Neverland Shadow seems to echo this. I can feel it laughing at me. That fucker.
