Pan's Revenge by Anna Katmore Page B

every intention of doing so, simply
for threatening the girl I love.
    “But then you’ll never hear what Angel
said.”
    This however
makes my finger freeze on the trigger. What Angel said ? Does
this mean he found her? He talked to her? My heart beats
faster. Even though I’m scared to hear he might have done any harm
to Angel, I must know what happened. The past couple of days I
started to doubt there really is a chance to reach this town called
London. Now, hope returns.
    “ Ah, did I
capture your interest, Captain ?” Peter drawls in a snide
tone.
    I lower the pistol. An annoying shakiness
creeps into my voice. “How is she?”
    “Oh, she’s doing really well.” Rising from my
chair, he turns and steps to the window, clasping his hands behind
his back, then he casts a glance at me over his shoulder. “Today, I
met them, Angel and her sisters. Lovely little girls,” he adds with
an exaggeratedly wide grin. “Guess what they were playing?”
    No idea. I keep staring at him.
    “They played Peter Pan and Captain Hook.
Isn’t it funny?”
    I’m not so sure about that. Regarding his
cynical look, it’s probably not.
    “Only, in their version, I’m the lovable boy
and you’re actually the bad guy.” He moves his gaze back to the
window. “Ruthless. Ugly as hell. Stinking like a codfish, you
know.”
    I can hear the sneer in his voice. “Why would
Angel tell them such lies?” I counter.
    “ Memory.”
Peter shrugs and pivots to me. “You know what a strange thing that
is. One day you have it, the other day…it’s just gone. Seems like
your Miss London doesn’t remember ever being to Neverland. But
people do know of us there.”
    Severe confusion knits my brows to a frown.
“What—”
    “ Yeah, yeah.
I know, it’s odd.” He lifts his hands to cut me off. “I’m still
trying to figure that one out myself. But obviously someone visited
Neverland before Angel. And with visited I mean he left again.
Wrote a funny book about us afterward—even though I don’t
understand why he’s telling those terrible lies about me and some
weird Wendy girl.” Peter shakes his head. “He calls himself Walt
Disney or something.”
    “So you’re trying to tell me that Angel knows
about us from a book, but she doesn’t remember how she stayed here
with us for almost a week?”
    “You got that right, Cap’n.” He nods and
waves a cynical finger at me. “And wanna know what’s the best part
of it all?”
    I don’t, but that won’t stop him from telling
me anyway.
    “ Now I can
tell Angel a…let’s say”—he grimaces, as though searching for the
right word—“ edited version of her vacation with us. I’ll tell her
that you tried to kill her and I saved her life. You know how it’s
with girls, right?” The sucker winks at me. “I’ll be her hero
then.”
    Tampering with her memory? Peter would jam a
fatal wedge between Angel and me. What’s the use in trying to get
to her, when she’ll fear and hate me in the end? If it all was true
anyway… “How do I know that you really were there? You could be
making this up just to get back at me.”
    He chuckles
again. Damn, I’m tempted to shoot him just to stop that sound. “I
knew you would be saying that,” he answers. “It’s why I brought you
a little something.” His expression turns bitter, his eyes never
leaving mine as he reaches into the pocket of his strange new jacket. My mouth dries out.
    Slowly, Peter pulls his hand out and lifts
it. A pendant drops a few inches. It’s attached to a silver chain
looped around his middle finger. I suck in a sharp breath as I
recognize the ruby heart. “Where did you get this from?”
    “ I found it
in her room.” His face lights up with new rogue. “Oh, did I forget
to tell you that I actually sneaked into her room last night? She
does look like an angel when she sleeps. So many things that one could
do to her then—”
    Enough! I dash forward and knock
Peter backward over the desk, wrapping my