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Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Introduction
  4. “Two is the beginning of the end.”
  5. Wendy
  6. Hook
  7. Wendy
  8. Hook
  9. Peter
  10. Tinker Bell
  11. Hook
  12. Wendy
  13. Wendy
  14. Hook
  15. Peter
  16. Wendy
  17. Peter
  18. Hook
  19. Peter
  20. Wendy
  21. Peter
  22. Wendy
  23. Peter
  24. Wendy
  25. Hook
  26. Wendy
  27. Wendy
  28. Tinker Bell
  29. Hook
  30. Hook
  31. Wendy
  32. Wendy
  33. Tiger Lily
  34. Also by Evelyn Montgomery
  35. About the Author
  36. Acknowledgments

Turning, I cross the room quickly before I can decide otherwise. Like, before I make a foolish mistake and take what I want. What I can’t and won’t let myself have.

“Remember, you’ve agreed to help me find what I’m looking for,” I seethe. “For your precious daughters’ sake, it’s best we get on with it. Be ready by dawn.”

I slam the door behind me the second my feet cross the threshold. Turning the lock quickly, I stash the key in my pocket. Closing my eyes, I rest my head back against the door and hear her crying just on the other side. I release a heavy sigh and feel more cursed than I ever have since she’s been gone.

That ring.

I try to breathe deep but I feel the air catching in my chest. My heart, my head, they’re a fucked-up mess from the sight of it on her finger after all this time.

Bringing her here might very well be a fucking mistake. She’s too close. Too real. Too tempting.

Seeing her here after almost two decades is making me fucking feel. Making me believe. Making me want more when I haven’t wanted anything since she walked away. Since she abandoned us. Since she gave us up.

I won’t go back on my reasons for bringing her here. Not now. I won’t let her change me. And yet, I can’t stop my head from wondering and from going where I don’t want it to go.

Damn it.

My hands grip my hair in rage as my back slides down the door and I quickly slump to the floor. Digging my fingers in deeper, I self-inflict a torturous pain as a deathly reminder to stick to the fucking plan. Only problem is, Wendy was always my favorite thought. My biggest victory. The only thing in life I ever yearned for more than anything else.

Fuck!

Why is she still wearing that ring after all this time?

Chapter 3

Wendy

“When you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.”

Peter & Wendy

- J.M. Barrie

TWENTY-TWO YEARS AGO

A soothing, rhythmic, humming noise nudges me from my dreams. I smile knowingly, feeling, and understanding, the shift in the room before I even open my eyes. The music is gentle, low enough for only me to hear and not wake anyone else up in the house. I sit for a moment, a blush creeps across my cheeks. My body awakens, in a different kind of way than it ever has before, for the boy who I sense sitting on the edge of my bed.