“I’m not all bad,” he assures me, his hand on my throat loosening. “You just seem to bring out the worst in me.”
If this is his worst, then I’m pretty on board with it. Not that those words are coming out of my mouth right now.
"Let me take you home,” he says, still in a voice that makes me wonder why he’s being so nice. “It’s going to rain.”
“I won’t melt,” I remind him. “I’m not the Wicked Witch of the West.”
“No, you’re right.” He pulls away from the wall and drags me with him, his hand firm on my arm as he leads me toward the mouth of the alley, where I’m sure his car waits. “You’re myWendy Darling, and I don’t want you getting lost on our island. Only think of what would happen if Captain Hook were to find you, hmm?” he teases, opening the passenger door of a red mustang.
“Captain Hook isn’t real,” I remind him, getting in the car and letting him shut the door like I can’t do it myself.
He slides in beside me with a chuckle. “So you think,” he chides. “But only yesterday, you didn’t know that you were Wendy or that the Lost Boys and I exist. Nor that we’d be soenamoredwith our new pet.”
His words make my stomach twist, though it’s not an unpleasant feeling. Not completely, anyway. Some part of me enjoys his words and enjoys the idea of being something worthy of their attention.
But I push that to the side as best I can and sit back in the passenger seat just as the rain starts.
“I know I’m in your car and all, so you could easily murder me and hide the body,” I say with a sniff. “But I’m not going to stop asking what I’m delivering whenever you give me something.”
He shrugs. “Then don’t. Keep asking, and keep sticking your nose where you shouldn’t put it.”
I peer at him, and he turns to me with a wolfish grin before pulling out onto the street. “But don’t blame me when you don’t like the answers, and one of us decides you need to be taught a lesson.”