The Never King (Vicious Lost Boys #1)(31)

“Two will do.”

I am untethered from caution and decency. Only the violence remains.

Vane pulls open the front door and I walk inside.

It takes the bar less than two seconds to notice who’s darkened the doorstep and the place goes decidedly silent.

Peanut shells crack beneath my boots as I make my way through the tables to the back corner where Hook’s pirates are deep into two glasses of ale.

“Wandered off from home, did you?” I say.

The big burly one takes in a breath, his shoulders straining against the threadbare material of his shirt. “Just out for a drink is all. We mean no harm.”

“Harm is subjective, isn’t it, Pan?” Vane paces to the other side of their table. “What you think is harmless, we think is a blatant show of disrespect.”

The shorter guy sputters and says, “The ale is better here. But don’t tell Hook.”

“We won’t need to,” Vane says.

The burly guy tightens his grip on his glass. “Why’s that?”

“Because your severed head will do,” I say.

The fighting begins with a pop and a crack.

The burly one goes for Vane. Maybe he thinks he has a better chance of taking the Dark One.

Vane punches the guy in the throat, cracking his windpipe and the guy chokes for air.

The shorter one trembles in his chair. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and lift him off the ground. His feet pedal uselessly at the air.

“Sorry, Pan! I’m sorry! It really was just the beer!”

Vane kicks the big guy and more bones crack and as blood taints the air, the Dark One comes out, black eyes glinting in the flickering light of the tavern lanterns.

“Too many rules have already been broken tonight,” I tell the guy dangling from my grip. “You just have the bad luck of being on the wrong end of my growing impatience.”

Then I slam him to the table and a bone pops out of his arm.





20





WINNIE


I’ve never slept in a bed with someone else, but as I climb in beneath the sheets with Kas on my left and Bash on my right, I feel oddly content.

It’s like sleeping between two ridiculously hot sentinels.

One of them has created an illusion on the ceiling and another on the floor so that it feels like I’m nestled in a magical forest grove. Pretty little pink flowers glow in the dark.

I am so happy and I don’t know why and I don’t know what to do with it.

It’s a sensation that fits like a coat that’s too small, like I might burst the seams if I stretch too far.

I snuggle into Bash’s side. He’s shirtless and the hazy pink glow lights him up in technicolor. “What’s that?” I ask and nod at whatever he has in his hands.

He winds his arm around me and holds up my arm, tying a rope bracelet around my wrist. There’s an acorn cap threaded through the rope.

“A kiss,” he says.

“What?”

He laughs through his nose. “The acorn cap is a kiss. It’s a thing here. Just pretend it is.”

“Okay.”

Kas lies on his back, the long line of his body close to mine, our legs touching.

A star darts across the ceiling, leaving a trail of glittering light.

“Two days ago, I thought I was going to go mad,” I say, twisting the bracelet around my wrist, admiring the knot work. “Even though Pan kidnapped me, this is somehow better.”

Kas snorts. Bash laughs, the deep treble sounding through his chest.

“You might take that back,” Bash says.

“Why?”

He sighs. “Go to sleep, Darling.”

“I’m not tired.”

Crickets chirp beyond the window and there’s the soft warble of birds in the tree just beyond my room.

Kas shifts closer and hits a sensitive part of my back and I hiss in response.

“What is it?” he asks.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Did we hurt you?”

“No.” I laugh. “You did the opposite. I’m fine, really.”

In fact, there’s something about Neverland and these Lost Boys that has made the pain fade.

Over the years, I’d gotten use to the constant ache in my body, the pounding headaches, the sharp, sudden bursts of pain in my nerves.

When you’re carved up by witches and so-called voodoo priests, pain becomes second nature. I would take the pain over losing my mind any day, so I never complained. I did what my mother told me to with the slimiest hope that I wouldn’t turn out like her.

Thinking about all of this brings some of the memories back and it makes my stomach dip. I know what she did to me was wrong and if I look too closely at it, it makes me want to breakdown and sob.

So I don’t.

I don’t want to look at it at all.

Your mother is supposed to protect you, but it was my mother’s desperate need to save me that caused me the most pain and anguish.

Her love was hard to take some days.

I rest my hand on Bash’s flat stomach and close my eyes as Kas twirls a length of my hair around his finger at my back.

I start to drift off even though I didn’t think I was tired.

I guess getting fucked by Peter Pan and the Lost Boys is exhausting.