The Fae Princes: Chapter 1

This must be a waking sleep. More nightmare than dream.

When I slept in my tomb, sometimes I would wake to its total, silent darkness and wonder if I was still caught in the sleepworld. Perhaps this is that, but instead of darkness, there is golden light.

It’s the only sensible answer.

Tinker Bell is dead. Killed by me.

There is no way she’s standing on my balcony, speaking my name.

An eternity passes in an instant.

Tinker Bell’s wings flutter behind her. She is the same age she was when I killed her, immortal and ageless, more beautiful than any corpse has a right to be.

She’s wearing the same dress she wore that night, when I spoke the unspeakable words to her. The dress made to look like skeleton leaves, cut square across her chest, jagged at the knees. Fairy dust swirls around her and coats the balcony’s railing, making it glitter in the graying light.

“Tink.”

I haven’t spoken her name in a long time and the syllables feel like a curse on my lips.

“Tinker Bell.”

She smiles at me and my breath hitches.

“It’s so good to see you,” she says.

“How are you here?”

Her hands take up a fold of her dress and she bends her body into a demure S-curve. She flutters her eyelashes at me. “Did you miss me, Peter?”

My stomach sours.

I can’t do this.

She can’t be here.

Darling can’t see her and the twins can’t know she’s alive and Vane…well, I know what Vane would say.

“How are you here, Tink?” I ask again.

I have to know the magic that brought her here, if it’s the island punishing me again. If it’s Tilly fucking with me. Maybe Roc? Does Roc have this power to deceive?

The panic rises like fire in my throat.

“The island brought me back,” she answers and takes a step toward me. I step back and she pouts.

There was a time when I would have relented to Tink. I gave her anything she wanted. She was the only friend I had and I was terrified of having none.

“I think I must be a gift for you and my sons and the court,” she says. She flutters her wings and fairy dust catches an eddy of wind, swirling around me. “A little light for your darkness.”

A cold sweat breaks out down my neck.

The whispers of the spirits in the lagoon come back to me.

But this? This must be some kind of fucking joke.

Tink might appear shining with light, but she always embodied the dark. I think that’s why we got along so well. We saw in each other something we rarely saw in others. The willingness to get the dirty work done. And sometimes we did the dirty work just because it was fun.

What lesson are the spirits trying to teach me now?

How many hoops must I jump through?

When will it end?

I can hear Vane in the back of my head now. A means to an end. Whatever this is, it can only lead to more trouble and I’m tired of trouble. I want quiet for once. I want to breathe. I want to enjoy my shadow. I want Darling in my arms. I want…

The thought catches me off guard. It’s so unexpected that something burns in my sinuses, something that must be tears.

I want to lie still and not have to worry anymore.

I have the shadow back. Do I really have to play the same game?

. I’m not fucking doing it.

One more dark deed for peace will be worth it and the spirits will know I am no longer dancing for them, whatever sick joke this is.

I take a breath and then speak the words I swore I would never speak:

“I don’t believe in fairies,” I say.

The words practically burn on my tongue, more than the first time I spoke them and watched Tink die right before my eyes.

Except…this time, she smiles at me and hangs her head back and laughs.