Lost In Lies Read Free Page B

own.”
                  “We have to slow down missions and plans for you to learn!”
                  Tears rising in my eyes, I fight back, “Everyone has to learn sometime, Peter.”
                  “Well, thank you for forcing the rest of us to pay for your learning disability!”
                  “Could you back off for like five seconds?” Justin stands up and snaps at him.
                  “Why? Did I hurt your feelings spouting the truth about this little fantasy accessory you just couldn’t leave home without?” Peter growls back. “Can I suggest the next girl you pick is one that helps instead of hinders!”
                  “Watch it.”
                  “Watch what?” he yells loudly, his voice bouncing off the ocean water. “She’s useless! She’s utterly useless, Justin! Her whole purpose here is to stroke your ego and challenge my every thought…”
                  “When you can complete a thought!”
                  “You know what?”
                  “Hey!” Belle fires back, dropping her luggage. “Tyson! Holyfield! Enough! Justin, go with Eiden and grab some firewood. Peter and Aiden, go verify where we’ve landed.”
                  “Probably a good idea ... since Justin’s mind is so wrapped around Peyton, chances are we landed on the wrong beach,” Peter shoves his hands in his pocket.
                  With a balled-up fist, Justin shakes his head slowly, “I swear…”
                  “Go!” Belle yells, her wings fluttering so fast they look almost invisible, her face so red it glows in the moonlight, and her patience so nonexistent she might dismember the group right here, right now.
                  “Gladly,” Peter grunts and heads off with Aiden innocently following behind.
                  Justin tries to shoot me a warm smile, and Belle snaps, “Go! I’ve got her.”
                  The two of them retreat toward the grassier area in the opposite direction from Aiden and Peter. Once it’s just the two of us alone, Belle plops down beside me, pulls out a small pink flask from her bag, and slides it over to me.
                  “Drink.”
                  Knowing better than to challenge Belle, I take the bottle, smell the sweet aroma that reminds me of pink lemonade, and press my lips to it. The ice-cold liquid that feels like water runs down my throat, shutting down the thirst in my system as it travels. Thankful that not only is the thirst gone, but the pain in my aching muscles as well, I sigh, relieved.
                  “What is that?”
                  “A little bit of water mixed with an herb called Larexerin. It grows in Neverland. It’s used for healing,” she beams proudly before having a small sip herself.
                  “Seems like Neverland has lots of herbs with special properties.”
                  “That ... that it sure does.” After a beat, she insists, “Don’t worry about Peter. You’ll get used to flying. It’s difficult for most people.”
                  A crooked smile tries to grow on my face, “The way Peter talks, he makes it seem like he’s king of the fairies, like he came out of the womb with wings.”
                  “Far from it. When I was teaching Peter how to fly, on his first day, he was soaring, got cocky—imagine that—and landed right in a beehive.”
                  “Ouch,” I attempt not to chuckle.
                  “Yeah! His whole face got swollen, and we couldn’t go anywhere for three days. I used a little healing magic to speed up the process, but his pride was so hurt that he kept making excuses not to get up and go again.” Her description of the story relaxes my shoulders. I like