Love in Neverland: Book 2 in The Neverland Trilogy Read Online Free PDF Page B

looked as pitiful and as sad as Magdalena remembered.  She was not familiar with the island except for the fact that new souls gathered here to get picked up from the ferryman – Nicholas Grey – and be transported to their final afterlife.  Some chose to remain in The Neverland, to prolong their passing or to wait for loved ones.  Most, however, wanted the transition to be as quick and as painless as possible.  Magdalena never gave much thought about how she would respond to her own death; if she would be frightened or sad, regretful or relieved.  She tried to put herself in a soul’s place in order to empathize with them, but she found she could not.
     
    Neverland reeked of death, but fairies could not die.  It was why their blood was able to provide life.
     
    “What do you think, Tinker Bell?” Nicholas Grey asked in his loud, obnoxious voice, coming to stand next to her.
     
    The sun was high in the sky, and Magda could feel the heat radiating on her fair skin.  She was not worried of bronzing – fairies were immune to the sunlight – but she did not like sweating in her only pair of clothes on this ship.  She wished she had thought to bring a hair tie so she could pull back her hair.
     
    “I think if you call me that again, I will not hesitate to chop your hand off,” Magda told him, eyeing him sideways with a look that all but begged him to give her an opportunity to do so.
     
    His own dry look in return was to be expected.  “Yes, well,” he said.  “How am I supposed to steer a ship with one hand?”
     
    “I think you’ll find you can do much more than you expected with only one hand,” she told him, and the corner of her lip curled up.  It was the only sort of smile she allowed him, and that was a lot for her.  She was not one to pretend she was happy when she was not; she did not laugh at things she did not find funny.  Currently, she was amused, and that was stretching the word.
     
    “I take it you know from personal experience?” Nick whipped back, raising a brow.
     
    “Something like that,” she retorted.  She did have to hand it to the captain; the man could keep up with her.  Not many people had that distinction or that talent, and on the rare occasion that she encountered someone who did, she made a small note in her mind to remember this person. 
     
    Nicholas Grey was also more charming than she originally believed, which was why she made sure to distance herself even more from him than she would have otherwise.  In her mind, no one was born charming.  They learned from a young age to employ charm in order to gain what they wanted because it was easier than fighting for it.
     
    It also did not hurt that he was delightful to look at though she would never admit it out loud for two reasons: number one, it would only feed his ego, and from what Magda was beginning to realize about Nicholas Grey was that he had an enormous, extremely hungry ego.  There was no way she wanted to indulge it any more than need be; and number two, he was completely different from all the men she usually found aesthetically appealing.
     
    He was big and broad and loud.  Even his quiet presence demanded attention, and once she gave attention, it was difficult for her to look away.  Not only did he insist on attention, but once he had it, he refused to give it up so easily.  His dark hair – not quite black, though perhaps a shade lighter – was short and fell into his face in complete disarray.  Had he never heard of a comb before?  His nose pointed out from his face, but his face was smooth and formed.  It was symmetrical to the point of near-perfection, and his brown eyes weren’t quite so dark – the color reminded her of dark brown tree bark with glimmers of red thrown in, especially in the sunlight.  She had never seen such a color before.  His skin was tight and tan from the sun though the color did not detract from his appeal.  From what she could detect, he had no