Love in Neverland: Book 2 in The Neverland Trilogy Read Online Free Page B
Author: Heather C. Myers
food on the floor. It was completely unlike Nick’s ship.
Nick …
She wondered how he was, what he was doing, if he spared a thought for her at all…
That’s not fair, Remy , she thought to herself. You gave yourself up for him. You should not expect him to dwell on you when he should be focused on living his life – whatever life meant here – was.
“Fifteen, mum,” Pam replied, breaking Remy out of her thoughts – for now. She knew when she was alone, she would more than likely revisit Nick and her conflicting feelings for the pirate later. For now, she would turn her attention on Pam.
“Mum?” Remy asked, aghast. “Surely I’m not old enough to be called mum. Remy is fine. I hope you and I can be better acquainted, Pam. Perhaps you can tell me more about Captain Hook. I know nothing of the man, yet everyone knows who he is. Might you divulge some information?”
Remy watched as the young girl’s cheeks turned red, and she played with her fingers behind her back. Everything about Pam looked tightly wound – like a jack in the box, ready to spring up when the lid popped open. Remy had always detested those deplorable children’s toy. They did not amuse her in the slightest and nearly gave her a heart attack even though she knew to expect the surprise every time.
The more Remy studied Pam, the more she realized Pam was trying to minimize her body as much as possible. She wanted to disappear. She did not want to be seen. Was she shy, or had something happened to inspire such cautious behavior?
She’s a woman , her mother’s voice said in Remy’s mind with her patented sneer. Cautious behavior is expected.
Remy had to refrain from rolling her eyes. There were certain things her mother was an expert at, but this particular opinion was one in which Remy must disagree. She did not believe that because she was a woman, she should be more protective of her person. She knew that that was how this world worked, regardless of how it should be, but Remy did not think it fair that a man could walk around without worrying if he would be harassed or violated in some manner while women should expect it.
“There really is not much to say,” Pam said. “He runs a tight ship. He’s highly respected and admired. He’s a good leader.”
“What does he want with me?” Remy asked. Her voice came out more insistent than she intended, but she did not apologize for her question.
Despite their initial conversation, James had yet to explain to her why her presence was required, where they were going, and what he wanted to do with her. It did not seem as though he were interested in violating her in any way. She did not feel threatened though his eyes – those marble-like eyes that were both cold and captivating and could quite possibly see straight through her soul – lingered on her to the point of discomfort.
As uncomfortable as his gaze made her feel, she could not help but ponder at the prospect of using his interest in her to her advantage. Her mother had made it part of her daily education to read body language and gauge what a man wanted and how she could provide it for him. Obviously, her mother had hoped Remy would use this knowledge to seduce potential suitors, but she could use it now to acquire information and perhaps trust. Remy was not a perfect person; in fact, many would call her spoiled. Nick and his crew had upon her arrival. It was something Remy knew she needed to work on. However, because she had been spoiled, she knew how to get what she wanted from different people. She could adapt. All she needed was to observe said person and understand them a little deeper than the superficial characteristics they projected to the public. If she could get James to trust her just a bit, she might be able to persuade him to tell her, at the very least, why she was here in the first place.
It
Nick …
She wondered how he was, what he was doing, if he spared a thought for her at all…
That’s not fair, Remy , she thought to herself. You gave yourself up for him. You should not expect him to dwell on you when he should be focused on living his life – whatever life meant here – was.
“Fifteen, mum,” Pam replied, breaking Remy out of her thoughts – for now. She knew when she was alone, she would more than likely revisit Nick and her conflicting feelings for the pirate later. For now, she would turn her attention on Pam.
“Mum?” Remy asked, aghast. “Surely I’m not old enough to be called mum. Remy is fine. I hope you and I can be better acquainted, Pam. Perhaps you can tell me more about Captain Hook. I know nothing of the man, yet everyone knows who he is. Might you divulge some information?”
Remy watched as the young girl’s cheeks turned red, and she played with her fingers behind her back. Everything about Pam looked tightly wound – like a jack in the box, ready to spring up when the lid popped open. Remy had always detested those deplorable children’s toy. They did not amuse her in the slightest and nearly gave her a heart attack even though she knew to expect the surprise every time.
The more Remy studied Pam, the more she realized Pam was trying to minimize her body as much as possible. She wanted to disappear. She did not want to be seen. Was she shy, or had something happened to inspire such cautious behavior?
She’s a woman , her mother’s voice said in Remy’s mind with her patented sneer. Cautious behavior is expected.
Remy had to refrain from rolling her eyes. There were certain things her mother was an expert at, but this particular opinion was one in which Remy must disagree. She did not believe that because she was a woman, she should be more protective of her person. She knew that that was how this world worked, regardless of how it should be, but Remy did not think it fair that a man could walk around without worrying if he would be harassed or violated in some manner while women should expect it.
“There really is not much to say,” Pam said. “He runs a tight ship. He’s highly respected and admired. He’s a good leader.”
“What does he want with me?” Remy asked. Her voice came out more insistent than she intended, but she did not apologize for her question.
Despite their initial conversation, James had yet to explain to her why her presence was required, where they were going, and what he wanted to do with her. It did not seem as though he were interested in violating her in any way. She did not feel threatened though his eyes – those marble-like eyes that were both cold and captivating and could quite possibly see straight through her soul – lingered on her to the point of discomfort.
As uncomfortable as his gaze made her feel, she could not help but ponder at the prospect of using his interest in her to her advantage. Her mother had made it part of her daily education to read body language and gauge what a man wanted and how she could provide it for him. Obviously, her mother had hoped Remy would use this knowledge to seduce potential suitors, but she could use it now to acquire information and perhaps trust. Remy was not a perfect person; in fact, many would call her spoiled. Nick and his crew had upon her arrival. It was something Remy knew she needed to work on. However, because she had been spoiled, she knew how to get what she wanted from different people. She could adapt. All she needed was to observe said person and understand them a little deeper than the superficial characteristics they projected to the public. If she could get James to trust her just a bit, she might be able to persuade him to tell her, at the very least, why she was here in the first place.
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