It was only supposed to be one night in Neverland with the boy from my dreams. But Peter Pan is a thing of nightmares. He promised. He swore he would take me home and it would only be one night. He even said Tink would give me fairy dust to prove to my papa Neverland was real. He claimed the fairies specifically chose me because my dreams built a bridge to Neverland and I was special. Peter lied. No one knew I was coming. Tinkerbell refuses to talk to me. The mermaids aren’t even here to greet me. Then, things got ugly. Peter forced me to sleep on the dirt floor with just a scrap of blanket. I awoke to chaos—blood all over the floor, Peter viciously stabbing a Lost Boy, and Tinkerbell laughing like she’s utterly insane. And we’ve all grown up somehow. My Lost Boys have been children for a long time, but I really am only eleven! They are insistent I get the childhood that was stolen from me. But years pass. We live in fear of Peter finding us. Now, there is a new threat. A pirate with a hook for a hand knows my name and he’s tearing up Neverland to find me. I’ve got threats all over Neverland. It’s been sixty years. I’m no longer an eleven year old trapped in the body of a twenty year old. Things are getting complicated with my Lost Boys and my fairy. They all want to be my husbands. I have to sort my feelings while we watch the beaches for Peter and Captain Hook because Peter and the pirate both want to kill me.