Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys #3)(52)
Still nothing. Nothing to hint at the force that is holding me down.
What do you want? I say to the spirits. I know they can sense my thoughts. The lagoon knows all.
Never King.
The voice slithers out of the depths. I turn and see a flash of iridescent light, then it’s gone.
Never King, it comes again.
I’m fucking listening, I shout back as several more air bubbles escape with my frustration.
I’m useless down here while everyone I…
The word love flares like a match stick in the darkness behind my eyes.
Love.
Everyone I love.
Everyone I love is on the surface and I’m buried once again in the dark.
The fear overtakes me and the fear turns to terror.
What if I never return to them? What if I will always, endlessly be alone in the dark?
Never King.
Never King.
Given light, trapped in the dark.
Never King.
Never King.
I yank up on my foot.
Never King.
I fucking hear you! I shout.
The shape of a lagoon spirit bursts out of the darkness, mouth open in a screech.
The sound doesn’t reach down here, but the sensation of being shouted at does.
A current darts past me and I get swept up in it.
My head pounds and my chest aches as it gets harder and harder to hold my breath.
Never King.
Drenched in darkness, terrified of light.
Do you hear us now, Never King?
The current ebbs away.
Flashing tails swim a wide circle around me.
You cannot have light, a voice says.
Without darkness, another adds.
You cannot have darkness…
I am in no mood for your parables, I say. What is it you want? You want me to be better? You want me to be less dark and more light?
Just fucking tell me.
Whatever pressure was holding me down disappears and I get my feet beneath me again.
Never King.
Never King…
The voices fade away and the gleaming tails disappear.
The surface appears leagues away, but I swim toward it. Fast, faster, lungs burning, throat burning, mouth aching to burst open.
When I breach the surface, I inhale so deeply, my ribs ache.
Not wanting to linger in the water any longer, I take to the air, let the water slough off.
On the beach, the Crocodile is devouring everything in his wake. Pirates and fae alike.
But on Marooner’s Rock, Darling is wailing and I am terrified that I am already too late.
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WINNIE
I know the second Vane’s shadow is gone.
I think my shadow recognizes the emptiness in him.
He is listless in the soldiers’ grip.
Holt motions with his fingers. “Get him up.”
The men do as they’re told.
I flail in the grip of the men holding me back and the blade at my throat pierces my flesh. I sense a bead, and then a trail of blood, running down my neck from the fresh cut. Their grip tightens, bruising my skin and the first bloom of anger comes to my chest.
There are only four men I will ever allow to mark my flesh.
Four men and four men only.
The anger spreads out like fire in my veins.
Before Neverland, before Peter Pan and Vane and Bash and Kas, I sometimes had to embrace the darker things in order to survive.
Sleep with someone I hated because I knew he had a car that could help me get somewhere.
Steal food from a neighbor’s house because I was starving.
Let someone carve me up because it was what my mother wanted.
Never have I embraced the darkness for something I wanted.
Because I have never actually wanted anything.
It’s hard to want when you can barely know the shape of need.
Holt gestures for his guards to take Vane to the cliff’s edge. The side where the drop is long and the rocks sharp.
“Because I know how much you love your revenge,” Holt says.
Can you hear me, Shadow?
I sense it stirring just out of reach.
“I am letting you in,” I say.
“What was that?” the guard says with a grunt.
“I let you in!”
The dark shadow swells like a storm cloud.
I am you and you are me and I embrace you and every dark thread of you.
There is a moment of quiet stillness, the eye before the storm.
And then a vibrating pulse in the air.
“What the hell?” the guard on my left says.
I yank my arm from the grip of the guy on my right and smash the heel of my hand into the nose of the one on my left.
Cartilage crunches loudly and blood spurts through the air. The man staggers back howling.
I backhand the man on my right and he nicks me again with the curved blade sending more blood running down the front of me.
I barely feel the pain.
There is nothing but the drive for recompense.
I will win.
Because I am more.
I no longer need. I want.
And I want Vane.
Because I am Winnie fucking Darling and no man will steal my power.
I yank the blade away from the guard and swing up.
The man’s shirt flaps away from his body, nothing but tatters and then he looks down at his bare midsection as blood gushes out of a cut running from hip to collarbone.