Devour the Dark (Devourer, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“Peter Pan was very clear about it,” Hook is telling Wendy. “I’m not allowed on Neverland soil.” “Fuck Peter Pan,” Wendy says, her hands on her hips. I’ve seen her like this many times before. Determined, a little stubborn, maybe a little blinded by her desperation. I’ve also heard that name a hundred times. Sometimes she would mutter it like a curse, other times she would utter it like a cry. Peter Pan. Peter Pan. I can’t tell if we should be more afraid of the Crocodile or Pan. Maybe they are equally dangerous. “You are out of your mind!” Hook huffs out a sigh and turns away. He bows his head. Beyond him, through the windows of the starboard dining room, land is rising up on the horizon, the sun setting behind it, painting its peaks and valleys in swashes of orange. Neverland. Hook and the Crocodile are not allowed on Neverland soil, as decreed by Peter Pan. And Hook won’t allow Wendy to go, even though she’s trying hard to convince him otherwise.

Yeah unfortunately, right now, FUCK Peter Pan.