Chapter 1
All children are innocent and heartless, except one. She had twice as much heart and, therefore, was naively innocent. To balance this, she had her adoptive sister Samantha Darling-Davies, who possessed nearly no heart and innocence at all.
Peter watched them from the shadows as they prepared to go to sleep. One of the girls, a blonde, had already retired to her room. The remaining children were still up: a girl with thick dark hair in twists and two little brunette boys with bright eyes. Peter thought they might be telling stories—perhaps even one about him. But instead, they were merely chatting on the canopy bed. One of the boys seemed particularly restless, likely afraid. Peter found their fear amusing; nothing frightened him.
The dark-haired girl climbed into the smaller boy’s bed and began to rub their backs soothingly. Peter, bored and ready to leave, hesitated as he heard the boy’s request. It was something—perhaps something the Lost Boys would have wanted. Curiosity piqued, Peter cracked the window a little more, staying low so that only the top of his head and his flashing green eyes showed.
She began to sing. It wasn’t just the power of her voice, though it was sweet and pure. There was something more—something that spoke directly to Peter’s heart. For the first time, he felt a pang of sadness and envy. He had to have her that night. He had plenty of Lost Boys. She needed to be with him, to mind them more than the two boys she cared for so tenderly.
