Love in Neverland: Book 2 in The Neverland Trilogy Read Online Free
Author: Heather C. Myers
the first time James kept her in the dark about something as important as this, and it would not be the last.
“You have quite a collection of clothes,” he remarked. “While here, she needs a wardrobe.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “So not only is she getting my room, but she’ll be wearing my clothes as well?” she asked, and she could not help the whine in her voice if she tried.
She could get used to her room being temporarily occupied by someone else, but her clothes as well? That did not seem fair. However, there was nothing she could do about it now. So she bit her lip, looked away, and remained silent.
--
Nick was in a jail cell in Port Haven, trying to figure out how to get him and his crew out of this one. It intrigued him that the Law was so flimsy in The Neverland, and always seemed to be upheld when it came to him. Yes, he was technically a pirate on top of being a Transporter, a ferryman, whatever label that was thrust on his person without his consent. Based on what Smee told him, he and his crew were to hang in three days’ time after The Creator selected his replacement.
This meant The Magistrate knew he had broken the Law, and knew many governors in The Creator were calling for his death.
He could not let that happen. His crew still had yet to learn their lesson and move on. He still was primed to life, still wanted to explore this world and earth, of course. He had yet to go through the Third Door since rescuing Remy – he couldn’t, wouldn’t think about Remy right now, either. He didn’t want to feel the pain of her loss, the guilt that he had let her down – and he realized, as he sat in this bleak cell with four other people, all crammed into one space, he wanted to go back to earth and live.
Maybe once he got Remy back, they could go back together.
Because he would get her back.
He just had to figure out how.
“What now, Captain ?” Adele asked with a sneer, picking her head up from the cell bars so she could flicker her dark eyes over to Nick.
Nick refused to look at the redhead, or else he would lose his temper and he knew that would not help anything. He clenched his teeth together and wondered if his gold teeth glimmered in the candlelight. The mindless thought calmed him down, and he could get back to thinking.
A shout caused each crewmember to jump and snap their heads toward the entrance. Nick’s eyes scanned the cell, hoping to find some kind of weapon he could use to protect himself and his crew. If only they hadn’t made him give up all of his after they took him into custody.
A scuffle broke out, but they still could not see it. However, it was over ask quickly as it began. Nick all but pressed his ears to the bars, hoping it would help him hear better. If he didn’t have a weapon, he would have to fight. Which was fine. He knew how to do that.
The door creaked open. Footsteps echoed in the room.
And then –
Magdalena, James Hook’s right-hand man. Girl. Woman .
What the hell is she doing here? he thought to himself. He kept his eyes on her, took in her appearance, waiting for some kind of indication of what was going on.
By the time she reached his cell, she still had not spoken. Then, she pulled something out of her jacket pocket – a small bag. And then –
Tools.
She knelt down so she was on the balls of her feet, her ankles popped up, and her eyes – it was too dark to decipher the actual color – narrowed on the lock of his cell. The realization hit him fast, like a flash of lightning. She was going to pick the lock.
“What are you doing?” he asked. Her eyes looked up at him, flashing something akin to Are you daft? “Okay, why are you doing what you’re doing?”
She looked at him again from the side of her round eyes, holding his stare but keeping her mouth closed. She was
“You have quite a collection of clothes,” he remarked. “While here, she needs a wardrobe.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “So not only is she getting my room, but she’ll be wearing my clothes as well?” she asked, and she could not help the whine in her voice if she tried.
She could get used to her room being temporarily occupied by someone else, but her clothes as well? That did not seem fair. However, there was nothing she could do about it now. So she bit her lip, looked away, and remained silent.
--
Nick was in a jail cell in Port Haven, trying to figure out how to get him and his crew out of this one. It intrigued him that the Law was so flimsy in The Neverland, and always seemed to be upheld when it came to him. Yes, he was technically a pirate on top of being a Transporter, a ferryman, whatever label that was thrust on his person without his consent. Based on what Smee told him, he and his crew were to hang in three days’ time after The Creator selected his replacement.
This meant The Magistrate knew he had broken the Law, and knew many governors in The Creator were calling for his death.
He could not let that happen. His crew still had yet to learn their lesson and move on. He still was primed to life, still wanted to explore this world and earth, of course. He had yet to go through the Third Door since rescuing Remy – he couldn’t, wouldn’t think about Remy right now, either. He didn’t want to feel the pain of her loss, the guilt that he had let her down – and he realized, as he sat in this bleak cell with four other people, all crammed into one space, he wanted to go back to earth and live.
Maybe once he got Remy back, they could go back together.
Because he would get her back.
He just had to figure out how.
“What now, Captain ?” Adele asked with a sneer, picking her head up from the cell bars so she could flicker her dark eyes over to Nick.
Nick refused to look at the redhead, or else he would lose his temper and he knew that would not help anything. He clenched his teeth together and wondered if his gold teeth glimmered in the candlelight. The mindless thought calmed him down, and he could get back to thinking.
A shout caused each crewmember to jump and snap their heads toward the entrance. Nick’s eyes scanned the cell, hoping to find some kind of weapon he could use to protect himself and his crew. If only they hadn’t made him give up all of his after they took him into custody.
A scuffle broke out, but they still could not see it. However, it was over ask quickly as it began. Nick all but pressed his ears to the bars, hoping it would help him hear better. If he didn’t have a weapon, he would have to fight. Which was fine. He knew how to do that.
The door creaked open. Footsteps echoed in the room.
And then –
Magdalena, James Hook’s right-hand man. Girl. Woman .
What the hell is she doing here? he thought to himself. He kept his eyes on her, took in her appearance, waiting for some kind of indication of what was going on.
By the time she reached his cell, she still had not spoken. Then, she pulled something out of her jacket pocket – a small bag. And then –
Tools.
She knelt down so she was on the balls of her feet, her ankles popped up, and her eyes – it was too dark to decipher the actual color – narrowed on the lock of his cell. The realization hit him fast, like a flash of lightning. She was going to pick the lock.
“What are you doing?” he asked. Her eyes looked up at him, flashing something akin to Are you daft? “Okay, why are you doing what you’re doing?”
She looked at him again from the side of her round eyes, holding his stare but keeping her mouth closed. She was
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