The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys Book 4)
The Fae Princes: Chapter 23

When I lost my wings, it felt like losing a limb. I had lived my entire life half on the ground and half in the sky, and when I no longer had the ability to meet the clouds, it felt like a giant hole had been carved in the center of me.

I was angry at first. Then vengeful. Then despondent. It got to the point where I could barely look toward the sky because I was envious of the fucking birds.

Eventually I came to bury all of those feelings until my life with wings felt like someone else’s life. Or a dream.

But as I rise to my feet and feel the new weight of my wings returned, I can’t keep the tears from welling in my eyes, all of that old, buried emotion flooding back.

Is this real?

Without thinking about it, my wings spread open and old, forgotten muscles flex across my shoulders, down my back.

The firelight catches my wings and they glitter with iridescence, like the dark, shimmering rainbow of mermaid’s scales.

I look over at my twin. Wings are spreading open from his back too. Bash has never been the type to show emotion other than arrogance and excitement, but his eyes are wet in the light.

How is this possible? he asks me.

I have no fucking clue, I answer.

The Neverland Shadow never gave Pan wings, but he often told me the shadows can react differently for different people.

It’s not out of the question that the shadow would have the power to return something to its natural state.

In front of us, our mother glows with pride as she claps her hands together. “My boys,” she says. “Restored to your former glory. You always looked so handsome with your wings.”

“Tell us where Darling is.”

“There will be plenty of time for that.” Tink comes over, arms spread like she wants a fucking hug, like she didn’t kidnap our girl and hide her from us and force Pan to give up his shadow for her.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I warn her and she comes to a stop, the triumph fading from her bright face. “Where is Darling?”

Tink’s nostrils flare and her wings flutter faster. “What is it with Darling girls that makes all of you little shits lose your fucking minds?”

“Find her,” Pan tells Vane. “Take the twins with you.”

“Stop them!” Tink yells and the Lost Boys and the fae spring into action and mayhem ensues.