PROLOGUE
Tristan's POV
"You are such a fucking asshole!" I yelled at him, storming through the jungle in an effort to get back to camp. Pan just laughed behind me.
"I must say I never expected you to use such language," he snorted. My bitten-to-the-quick fingernails dug dangerously deep into the palms of my hands as I balled them into fists.
"I must say I never expected to meet my childhood hero," I huffed and whirled on him, "and find out he's a fucking asshole!"
He whipped out his dagger and pressed to my throat before I could blink.
"Are you asking me to kill you?" he growled menacingly, but I could see the ill-concealed amusement in his eyes.
"You won't kill me," I told him bluntly. "I entertain you. You don't know exactly what to make of me."
His grip on the dagger faltered momentarily.
"And how exactly do you figure that?" he asked.
"Lucky guess."
He glared at me, but lowered his dagger. I turned back around and started, huffing, back towards camp. Pan was silent until we saw the bonfire that indicated we had arrived.
"Boys!" he called. Immediately the horde of Lost Boys came racing from around the fire and from every nook of the forest, quickly coming to stand in a line at attention. Pan surveyed his regiment before snapping his fingers, indicating that the boys could be at ease. When the boys had slumped back to their normal postures their eyes drifted towards me.
"I never got the chance to formally introduce the newest member of the family," Pan sneered. "This is…"
"Tristan," I finished. "I've told you like five times now-"
"Silence!" he commanded me. I obeyed with an angrily-clenched jaw. "This is Tristan, and if he behaves, he is going to be a Lost Boy."
The boys collectively inhaled.
"Are there any questions?"
It had been less than two days in Neverland and I was already looking for a way out.
