Queen of Dreams: a dark RH Peter Pan Retelling (Brutal Never Boys) by Mona Black

Author:Mona Black [Black, Mona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Wing Press
Published: 2023-06-19T18:30:00+00:00

15

COLT

In a daze, I watch as Tink climbs off the massive bed and stands in front of the Mermaid Queen. He’s a strong one, Tinker, probably the strongest of us, though he’s also the prettiest of us. He’s no delicate flower.

And he knows things, things hidden from the rest of us. Always has. Probably what gave him that sarcastic streak he flaunts about.

That, and his past, a past he’s never talked about but of which we have caught glimpses over our long years together.

Though his last comment…

“Who is this Kore?” I mutter.

Peter blinks. “What are you saying, Tink?”

Jas sits up, a frown on his face. “No way.”

Wes grunts a curse when the mermaid turns her full attention on Tink, but instead of going for him, as I thought, Wes grabs Wendy and hauls her to him.

“We should get going,” he says.

I blink. I’m still hard, still all worked-up, still fully fucking confused. “What just happened? Did Wendy do something?”

“Yeah, dumbass. She really did.” Peter grabs Jas by the arm and Wendy by the hand and starts moving toward the bed’s edge, too. “She’s getting the hang of it.”

“The hang of what? Changing the world?”

“It’s called Self-realization,” Jas says, his speech a little slurred, as if he’s drunk.

“Is it, now?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs, grunts as he swings his legs off the bed and shakes Peter’s grip off. “She’s realizing the truth of this world, which is her dream world, and that she has a great power over it. A power she never grasped before.”

“Sounds like voodoo,” I mutter. “Or yoga.”

“Those two are not the same thing,” Wes says, frowning as he helps Wendy off the bed. As if he has ever studied either voodoo or yoga, that fucker. “Hey, Tink!”

Wendy shakes Wes’ hold off her, too. She hangs the magical items around her neck, clipping the watch together with the acorn on the same chain, her small face set in thoughtful lines. Her expression is so intense I can’t look away, even though she’s standing in front of me naked and hot, her breasts so round and perfect, her hips made for my hands.

Can’t look away except when I realize that everything is frozen—the guards, even the Queen.

“Are you doing this, Wendy?” I hop off the bed, reach for her. “Fuck, Wendy…”

She shudders, takes a stumbling step back and I steady her. “Tink?”

“Yeah, let’s grab that fucker, too.” I take hold of his shoulder, jerk him backward. “Tinker, come on, man. Time to hit the road. Or the sea paths. Whatever.”

“The Kore,” he whispers, staggering sideways. “The Kore, the Underworld, the currents of fate…”

“Stop mumbling and get moving.”

“The gods,” he says, his eyes unfocused as he turns toward me. “Castor.”

Castor.

The word—the name?—hits me like a fucking punch to the stomach and I groan, doubling over. “Tink…”

“What’s going on? What does it mean?” Wendy puts her arms around me. “What is that?”

“Pollux.” Tink glances over at the others, points at Wes. “Pollux, hear me. The wheel has turned.”

“Christ’s sake, is he an oracle now?” Wes mutters and grabs me, hauls me against his side.

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