Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys, #3)

by Nikki St. Crowe

Never have I embraced the darkness for something I wanted. Because I have never actually wanted anything. It’s hard to want when you can barely know the shape of need.

I will win. Because I am more. I no longer need. I want. And I want Vane.

Because I am Winnie fucking Darling and no man will steal my power.

I kiss her like I mean it because I fucking do. Somehow, the myth of Peter Pan has fallen in love with a Darling girl and his three asshole friends. A different kind of love for each of them, but love just the same. I never want to return to the darkness alone ever again.

Pixie dust glitters in the air around her. “Hello, Peter Pan,” Tinker Bell says.