Captain James Peter may as well be imprisoned on Neverland with us for he consumes Miss Bell's thoughts, stealing her away from me. His retaliation is a constant threat of which we cannot escape. Even so, that pathetic excuse of a man is the least of my worries. Corrupt and vile creatures rule this tiny spit of land, brought here by fairies, by Miss Bell. Whether she admits it or not, she needs my protection. Yet, I catch her glancing at my severed arm with pity in her eyes. She thinks of me as weak, injured, and any number ...
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Captain James Peter may as well be imprisoned on Neverland with us for he consumes Miss Bell's thoughts, stealing her away from me. His retaliation is a constant threat of which we cannot escape. Even so, that pathetic excuse of a man is the least of my worries. Corrupt and vile creatures rule this tiny spit of land, brought here by fairies, by Miss Bell. Whether she admits it or not, she needs my protection. Yet, I catch her glancing at my severed arm with pity in her eyes. She thinks of me as weak, injured, and any number of inadequacies. Feck. I will not stand for it! I will protect her, even if it costs me my life. Miss Bell Captain James makes no attempt to shield the darkness harbored in his eyes, like he wants me-needs me-to see what most people do. Ruthlessness. Turmoil. Devastation. "Remember that the same hand I use to caress your delicate skin has been stained with the blood of my enemies," he says, cupping my cheek. "Do not assume my affection for you is something others have experienced. Understood, Miss Bell?" I understand. Hell, I am counting on it. Peter would rather see me dead than in the arms of another, and I have no intention of dying-especially not when Captain James makes me feel so alive.
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