Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys #3)(57)

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BALDER


The wolf knows what’s coming. And though he knows, he cannot stop it.

Peter Pan might have his shadow and the Death Shadow may be claimed, but the island will not be settled until Peter Pan knows his place.

And the man who may be a god must first deal with his past.

If he is to become who he should, he must confront who he was.

The wolf watches the lagoon from the underbrush. The day is early and the light thin.

The fae queen struggles out of the woods dragging the fae throne behind her.

She grunts, curses, drags it through the sand, then turns and readjusts and curses again.

She may be a queen, but the wolf senses only a girl.

Halfway down the beach, she stops and drags her arm over her forehead, wiping away the sweat. Her wings flutter anxiously behind her, shifting from red to yellow to green to orange.

The wolf rests his head on his outstretched paws. Beside him, a forest mouse hops up on a rock to watch too.

They don’t speak the same language, but they can both bear witness to the same desperation.

The fae queen gets the throne to the water line and then sits on the seat and props her elbows on her knees and bows her head.

Her shoulders shake, but her tears are silent.

“I will do anything,” she says, voice wavering. “I cannot fail again. I have tried everything and…”

She cuts herself off and takes a deep, raspy breath. “I give you the only thing of true worth I have.” The queen gets up again and wraps her hands around the supporting sides of the throne where the sun’s rays meet the seat.

With a loud groan, wings humming as she propels herself forward, she takes flight over the lagoon, the throne dragging beneath her.

When she reaches the center, she lets it drop.

The water splashes up and the throne sinks like a stone.

Within seconds, all that remains is a swirl of light.

The fae queen flies back to the beach and drops her feet to the sand.

She waits.

And waits.

It’s clear she does not know what she’s waiting for.

She paces by the shore, testing the water every now and then with a bare toe as if she might trudge in to see if the water will give or take.

She waits some more.

The wolf waits and the mouse waits.

When the sun should crest the horizon and break across the sky, the sky turns dark instead and storm clouds roll in.

The wolf sniffs the air and smells the shift in the energy.

The lagoon’s waters grow choppy. The fae queen steps back and shields her eyes with her arm.

The clouds churn.

Thunder rumbles overhead and the bright, swirling light of the lagoon flickers out as something dark emerges from the water.

The fae queen sucks in a breath and stumbles back so quickly, her feet get tangled beneath her and she slams to the sand.

The wolf and the mouse look at one another.

This is how it begins.

And how it will end.





EPILOGUE





PETER PAN


When I wake, I am keenly aware of four other heart beats in the room.

I am used to waking to darkness and silence.

Their heartbeats are a comfort.

Darling, Vane, Kas and Bash.

Darling is lying at the foot of the bed with Vane wrapped around her from behind. She’s got her head resting on Bash’s chest.

I’m at the head of the bed with Kas on the other side.

We need a bigger fucking bed.

Now that I have my shadow, I barely sleep and I am hungry for sunlight.

I slip out of the bed and leave the room. I might as well take advantage of the quiet and the light while everyone else is still asleep.

Things are better on Neverland.

Winnie and Vane have the shadow. The twins…well, the twins still need help, but that will come. The fae queen must be desperate now. We’ve defeated her around every turn.

If it was up to me, she’d be abdicating her throne and giving her brothers what is rightfully theirs. There are no more schemes for her to implement.

All of her cards have been played.

I make my way to the kitchen and to the balcony doors, but there is no sunlight beyond. Only dark, rolling clouds.

I almost go back to bed until I spot a figure on the balcony.

Ice fills my veins and dread fills my gut.

My hands are shaking when I reach out for the door handles and yank them open, praying to all the gods that this is a terrible joke.

An illusion.

I even check over my shoulder to see if the twins are there, burying their laughter.

But there is no one and the figure remains.

And when she turns around, she fills the balcony with light. All of her is glowing. From her bright, shining face, to her bright golden wings.

Pixie dust glitters in the air around her.

“Hello, Peter Pan,” Tinker Bell says.





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