Pan pressing his hands over mine, tempting me to call Neverland my home. I had sensed something that day, but I’d felt stupid about trying to explain it to Pan. So I hadn’t said anything. He glances down at me. “He needed you to trust him, lass. It’s what he does—seduces those who follow him with promises of pleasure and power, and then, when they give themselves to his keeping, he takes from
