The 2nd book in the series of 'Come with me'. Luna a 17 year old girl is the daughter of Ruby an original fae of the fallen. Her father was also an original fae but evil took over him and he is known as a fairy. Luna was born on a cliff that was high enough for someone to touch the stars. A full moon was in the sky when she was born and when her mother died giving birth to her. Luna was saved by a common Human that night and raised as a Human, so she didn't know her destiny and fate. One night of a ball turned into a destiny that needed to be achieved for all species.

Charlotte doesn't believe in fairytales. They don't exist and are simply too childish. She doesn't have time for elementary stuff like that. Living in London, in most possibly the worst neighborhood in all of England, Charlotte handles the struggles that comes with having a single, heroin-addicted mother. Often neglected, Charlotte remains lost in her own thoughts and completely terrified of the future. On one of her mandatory walks, forced upon by her mother who refuses to let Charlotte see her use, Charlotte meets a street performer, Peter, who begins to teach her the importance of embracing the young part of her heart. One night in the spur of the moment, Charlotte plans to jump out her window. Knowing she'll fall to her death in front of the beautiful Big Ben. It is the very sight of Peter who makes her change her mind. Yet, almost as fate, Charlotte falls anyway and awakes in a heaven. "Neverland" is what they call it and it can only be reached by those children who've been denied a proper childhood. Here Charlotte must learn the importance of youth, but when she faces an unbelievable new fact, she must choose the fate of what she fears most: her future.

****ALL CREDIT TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER OF MY BOOK COVER**** The voices in my head tell me it's okay. They say I'm allowed to hurt myself. I'm allowed to create paintings on my skin with razor blades. These monsters in my head are my friends, not my enemies like people seem to think. I don't have a mental problem like my father seems to think. I'm not a freak like my brother thinks. And most importantly, I'm not dead. Why am I not dead? I deserve to die. I'm not worthy of the breath that fills my lungs. I should be dead. But I'm not. And there is only one reason why.