A Sea of Eternal Woe: A Little Mermaid Retelling by R. L. Davennor

Author:R. L. Davennor [Davennor, R. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B09G682935
Publisher: Night Muse Press
Published: 2022-08-30T04:00:00+00:00

XIV. the deal

Wendy

It took my eyes far longer than I’d have liked to adjust to the dark halls leading to Peter’s room. Even the silence took some getting used to; though blood had been roaring in my ears since the moment I’d suspected what had Peter so upset. Noises from the party—Smee’s music, in particular—were still rattling around in my cluttered mind, making this already difficult task no easier.

Tink remained silent and still as I walked. The hurt in her voice and that genuine expression of pain on her small face weighed heavily on my shoulders and didn’t at all bode well for what I was about to attempt. The fact that not even Peter’s oldest friend had been able to console him was nothing short of horrifying—and left me his only hope. But the closer I got, the more I couldn’t shake my deepest fear. What did I have to offer that a fairy didn’t, and what in hells would we do if I failed?

I stopped a few feet from his closed, and presumably locked, door. “Peter?” I called into the blackness, not bothering to knock. I knew already I wouldn’t get an answer but wanted to at least announce that I was here. And a voice, even if it was my own, helped to counter some of the anxiety surging through my veins. “Are you in there?”

Nothing but the creak of the ship.

Sighing, I leaned my forehead against the door, raising my free hand to scratch at the uneven grooves. Hopefully it was just as irritating of a sound on the inside as it was on the outside. “Tink told me what happened. She’s worried about you. We both are.” Still nothing, so I kept talking. “I know something’s up with you. You haven’t been yourself for days. If you want to be alone, that’s fine, but you have to at least have the decency to tell us to our faces. Otherwise, we’ll be sitting out here all night, stiff, lonely, and freezing. You don’t want that, do you?”

Something shuffled just behind the door. My heart fluttered expectantly, but it was back to eerie silence a heartbeat later. Turning, I sank to my knees before addressing Tink. “You’re bonded to him, right? Can’t you sense anything?” I had my suspicions, of course, but given that Peter wouldn’t talk to me, maybe the fairy would.

She shook her small head as her light flashed a pale blue. “He’s shut me out. I can’t feel a thing.”

“What about before today? Before what happened?” I pressed. “Surely you know or felt something.”

“Nothing. This is what he’s like, Wendy, always keeping his deepest emotions under lock and key. He doesn’t behave any differently around you than he has with me for the past fifty years.”

There was an irritation to Tink’s tone, and her light had turned an orange that bordered on crimson, but I ignored both to fixate on the most shocking revelation. “Fifty years? So Peter is…”

“Much older than he looks, yes. But you already knew that.

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