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Losing Gwen was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to
survive. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love her.
But finding her was never about that. And now that I have found her–now that she knows the truth about me and the Island, I have to trust her to believe. Because her leaving me didn’t just destroy me–its killing Neverland.
I need her to love me. But we all need her to believe again.
Peter Pan has grown up and found the girl who left–but the stakes are higher than ever in this romantic conclusion to the story begun in Girl Lost.
But finding her was never about that. And now that I have found her–now that she knows the truth about me and the Island, I have to trust her to believe. Because her leaving me didn’t just destroy me–its killing Neverland.
I need her to love me. But we all need her to believe again.
Peter Pan has grown up and found the girl who left–but the stakes are higher than ever in this romantic conclusion to the story begun in Girl Lost.
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Northern was supposed to be a fresh start—a place where
people didn’t know who I was or how I had spent years in and out of mental
institutes. People didn't know about my parents death or the island no one
heard of. But when Peter sits next to me in lit class, I can’t stop the
memories, and I don’t want to. He looks too much like the boy from the island,
and despite my best intentions, coaxes my secrets from me.
He’s gorgeous, irresistible, a little mad, and completely lost—we are a pair of broken cogs in a world neither of us truly fits into. He is somehow gentle and fierce, heartbreaking in his devotion and savage in his defense.
When Belle, his best friend, shows up, pale and lovely and sick, Peter pulls away from me, a startling withdrawal. It’s a relationship that scares and confuses me. She is at times warm and friendly, and other times is violent and unpredictable.
Peter says that he wants me, but refuses to let himself get close. And there are secrets, surrounding both of us, that border on nightmares. As the memories close in, as Belle gets sicker and more violent, I’m torn between what is true and what I believe, and what this magical boy knows about my mysterious past.
He’s gorgeous, irresistible, a little mad, and completely lost—we are a pair of broken cogs in a world neither of us truly fits into. He is somehow gentle and fierce, heartbreaking in his devotion and savage in his defense.
When Belle, his best friend, shows up, pale and lovely and sick, Peter pulls away from me, a startling withdrawal. It’s a relationship that scares and confuses me. She is at times warm and friendly, and other times is violent and unpredictable.
Peter says that he wants me, but refuses to let himself get close. And there are secrets, surrounding both of us, that border on nightmares. As the memories close in, as Belle gets sicker and more violent, I’m torn between what is true and what I believe, and what this magical boy knows about my mysterious past.
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Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the
stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she
loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She is the author of
the University of Branton series, Neverland Found series, and Edge of the
Falls.
She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and
overgrown dog. You can follow her on Facebook and Twitter.
I sit on the rocky outcropping that provides a natural harbor for the island. Within my little bay, the water is crystalline blue and quiet. Tiny fish dart below the surface.
Beyond the bay, the dark water is rough with waves, an almost
angry, white-frothed black. It's terrifying and beautiful. And it makes my
stomach churn, twisting with nerves I’m not used to. Somewhere on that
storm-tossed sea, the Girl is hiding on her boat. They will come for her,
eventually, but how long will it take? I don't hear footsteps, but a slight
form settles behind me, stirring the rocks. A crab scuttles away.
"You’re worried."
I nod, and relax back on my heels, leaning against Belle. She's
tiny, but carries my weight effortlessly. Like so much on this island, her frailty
is an illusion.
“Why?”
I shrug, and the wind whistles through my hair, across the waves.
“No one has ever left, Belle. What happens now?”
“Same thing that happened yesterday. You lead the boys. You find
lost things. You trust your instincts and me.”
“And if my instincts say that letting her go was a bad idea?”
The small girl falls silent. I could almost believe she’s watching
the water—except that for as long as I can remember, I have felt her watching
me. I can feel it now. It’s like the tides. Constant, relentless, wearing and
comforting at the same time.
“She’s gone. We needed her to leave, as much as she wanted to go.”
Belle’s voice is sharp, and cutting.
Almost violent. I finally move, and look at her. I’ve seen many
things on her face in the years I’ve been on the Island. But I’ve never seen
this look. So I nod, and don’t argue with her. Look back at the roiling water.
And ignore the fact that I need Gwen here, as much as everyone
else needs her gone.
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