Free Pan's Revenge by Anna Katmore Page B
Authors: Anna Katmore
and it sounds a little
uncertain. “Of course I’d love to go there somehow, but to miss it
means I’d have to have been there before. Right?”
“ Right.” Which you
have. But then it’s only logical that
she’d hold back with a stranger. “You have no idea who I am, Angel,
do you?”
She sucks in a breath, her eyes turning
sharp. “Why did you call me that?”
“Because it’s your name.”
“My name is Angelina. Only the twins call me
Angel. And I don’t remember telling you either of them.”
Now it’s my turn to chuckle about her
defensiveness. “Well, I might have been a little younger when we
last met. I’m Peter.”
“Yeah, I know. You said so before.”
“Peter…Pan.”
“ From
Neverla nd?” Her tone is flat, like she’s
mocking me.
I straighten and lock gazes with her. “Yes.
James found a way to make me age.”
“James…as in Captain Hook?”
I nod.
“ And he did
something that made you look like twenty instead of just
fifteen?”
“Yes.” Finally, we get there. A surge of
relieve swaps through me and I smile.
A moment later, Angel starts to shake with
laughter, shocking the hell out of me. “Oh, now I get it! It’s a
joke! You’ve been to that one fancy dress party my dad threw for my
thirteenth birthday, right? Are our fathers business partners?”
“My father is dead.”
Immediately, she stops laughing, her
expression turning grave and her cheeks glowing pink. “I’m sorry. I
didn’t know.”
Why did she say that? James certainly told
her all about the tragedy of our past. Unless…she doesn’t remember.
An odd thought comes to my mind. When Angel came to Neverland, she
started to forget things about her home, about London. What if she
forgot Neverland after she returned to her world?
On the other hand, she and her sisters knew
my name, and they know about Hook, too. What by the rainbows of
Neverland is going on here?
I need time to think this through. Abruptly
rising to my feet, I obviously startle her, but I can’t worry about
that now. “I have to go,” I tell her curtly and spin on my heel to
walk away. Only when I look over my shoulder and find that Angel
and everyone else is safely out of sight, I fly up and back to her
house.
I’m stunned out of my mind when I discover
the pixie sitting on the chimney, her arms folded and legs
crossed.
“Tami! How did you get here?” I hiss.
“I followed you when you left the tree house.
But I can’t walk in the street like you.” She beats her wings a few
times to demonstrate what exactly kept her to stay hidden. “I don’t
think that there are many pixies in this world.”
I agree with her on that. “But why did you
follow me?”
“I was worried about you, Peter. And
obviously with good reason! What exactly are you doing here?”
Oh man, I hate it when Tami acts like a grown
up. It so doesn’t fit her appearance of an eight-year-old girl.
“I’m here to take revenge,” I tell her in a
voice gone frosty. “My plan was to kidnap Angel back to Neverland
and blackmail Hook. But something came up which I didn’t consider,
and it might present a whole new option for revenge.”
“What is it?”
“Angel doesn’t remember Neverland. At least
that’s what I believe after talking to her today, even though she
said some queer things about a book with me and Hook in it. I’ll
try to figure it all out later, when she’s back and I can slip into
her room again at night.”
“Again?” Tami’s pointy ears wiggle with
surprise. “Does this mean you’ve sneaked into her room before?”
“Yes. Last night when she slept.” Heck, why
do I feel the need to justify myself to a pixie? “Go home, Tameeka.
And don’t tell the Lost Boys where I am. I’ll talk to them
tomorrow, when I came up with the perfect strategy to get back at
Hook using Angel.”
Tami gets to her feet on the chimney, locking
gazes with me as we stand nose to nose and smacking me on the chest
wither tiny fist. “Shame on you,
uncertain. “Of course I’d love to go there somehow, but to miss it
means I’d have to have been there before. Right?”
“ Right.” Which you
have. But then it’s only logical that
she’d hold back with a stranger. “You have no idea who I am, Angel,
do you?”
She sucks in a breath, her eyes turning
sharp. “Why did you call me that?”
“Because it’s your name.”
“My name is Angelina. Only the twins call me
Angel. And I don’t remember telling you either of them.”
Now it’s my turn to chuckle about her
defensiveness. “Well, I might have been a little younger when we
last met. I’m Peter.”
“Yeah, I know. You said so before.”
“Peter…Pan.”
“ From
Neverla nd?” Her tone is flat, like she’s
mocking me.
I straighten and lock gazes with her. “Yes.
James found a way to make me age.”
“James…as in Captain Hook?”
I nod.
“ And he did
something that made you look like twenty instead of just
fifteen?”
“Yes.” Finally, we get there. A surge of
relieve swaps through me and I smile.
A moment later, Angel starts to shake with
laughter, shocking the hell out of me. “Oh, now I get it! It’s a
joke! You’ve been to that one fancy dress party my dad threw for my
thirteenth birthday, right? Are our fathers business partners?”
“My father is dead.”
Immediately, she stops laughing, her
expression turning grave and her cheeks glowing pink. “I’m sorry. I
didn’t know.”
Why did she say that? James certainly told
her all about the tragedy of our past. Unless…she doesn’t remember.
An odd thought comes to my mind. When Angel came to Neverland, she
started to forget things about her home, about London. What if she
forgot Neverland after she returned to her world?
On the other hand, she and her sisters knew
my name, and they know about Hook, too. What by the rainbows of
Neverland is going on here?
I need time to think this through. Abruptly
rising to my feet, I obviously startle her, but I can’t worry about
that now. “I have to go,” I tell her curtly and spin on my heel to
walk away. Only when I look over my shoulder and find that Angel
and everyone else is safely out of sight, I fly up and back to her
house.
I’m stunned out of my mind when I discover
the pixie sitting on the chimney, her arms folded and legs
crossed.
“Tami! How did you get here?” I hiss.
“I followed you when you left the tree house.
But I can’t walk in the street like you.” She beats her wings a few
times to demonstrate what exactly kept her to stay hidden. “I don’t
think that there are many pixies in this world.”
I agree with her on that. “But why did you
follow me?”
“I was worried about you, Peter. And
obviously with good reason! What exactly are you doing here?”
Oh man, I hate it when Tami acts like a grown
up. It so doesn’t fit her appearance of an eight-year-old girl.
“I’m here to take revenge,” I tell her in a
voice gone frosty. “My plan was to kidnap Angel back to Neverland
and blackmail Hook. But something came up which I didn’t consider,
and it might present a whole new option for revenge.”
“What is it?”
“Angel doesn’t remember Neverland. At least
that’s what I believe after talking to her today, even though she
said some queer things about a book with me and Hook in it. I’ll
try to figure it all out later, when she’s back and I can slip into
her room again at night.”
“Again?” Tami’s pointy ears wiggle with
surprise. “Does this mean you’ve sneaked into her room before?”
“Yes. Last night when she slept.” Heck, why
do I feel the need to justify myself to a pixie? “Go home, Tameeka.
And don’t tell the Lost Boys where I am. I’ll talk to them
tomorrow, when I came up with the perfect strategy to get back at
Hook using Angel.”
Tami gets to her feet on the chimney, locking
gazes with me as we stand nose to nose and smacking me on the chest
wither tiny fist. “Shame on you,