That is until she’s free of the shadows. Until my eyes take her in. The frown turns into gaping. I don’t gape. Not often. Sometimes maybe. Sometimes when I see something pretty I like and want to fuck or bite. Once upon a time, I wanted all from her. I wanted to fucking drown in her. I wanted her to make me forget. “When the queen asks for silence, you obey,” she says. The Captain’s mouth drops open too and he breaks her rule within seconds of her declaring it. “Wendy Darling,” he says. “You’re alive.”
CALLED. IT.
