Chapter Fourteen
James
I’m not sure how to respond to this. I dart a wide-eyed gaze to Vera, but she doesn’t look like she is about to help me.
“Thanks a lot, Wendy, you just blew my cover. How am I supposed to kill her now that she suspects me?” I throw my hand over my face to punctuate my words and faintly wonder if I’m being too overdramatic.
I wrack my brain, trying to remember Hook’s personality. Was he over dramatic? I mean, he did fall in love with and become the murderous tool of a siren after one and a half swordfights….if that time I fell on top of Vera should be counted as a swordfight.
So maybe?
As soon as the thought crosses my mind, Wendy crosses her arms, and I realize that she isn’t buying it. Okay, no more acting. Maybe it’s time for something closer to the truth.
“Vera and I are coworkers,” I say, sticking my hand on my pocket. I note that there are still a few coins left. I’d love to get myself a souvenir as well, but I haven’t found anything that fits for me like that bracelet fit for Vera. It would have to be small and durable. “So no, I never had any intention of killing her.”
Wendy looks like she believes that less which I’m not sure what she wants from me. I told her the truth and what she wanted to hear. What else is there to say?
Did this scene happen in the script? How did Captain Hook get out of it?
Now that’s something I never thought I’d do, try to model myself after what Captain Hook did.
It all kind of blurs in my mind, I doubt I know the script nearly as well as Vera does. Did this scene ever happen? I can’t recall, but I’m quite certain Wendy wasn’t at the ball, so we need to figure out a way to get rid of her.
Vera must have the same idea because she steps toward me and wraps her hand around my hook. Her other hand she threads through my arm. I throw her a surprised look.That only grows to become more surprised when she says. “Hook would never try to kill me. He loves me.”
My mouth drops open and I turn to Wendy, really hoping that she won’t slap me.
Instead, she looks like she has been slapped herself. “Is this true?” Wendy demands, stumbling back.
“Uh… yes?” It sounds more like a question than an answer. I press my lips together and swallow.
I guess that would be one way to get rid of her. I distinctly remember Wendy having a crush on Hook which isn’t the worst thing ever seeing as she’s gorgeous. She could probably do better in fact. But instead, she spends all her time obsessed with him while he obsesses over Moira.
Is there even one healthy relationship in this script? Probably not.
“That’s right,” I say again, trying to sound more affirmative. “So don’t even think about trying to kill her in spite of her being a siren or else I will be… quite cross. Yes, I’d be most put out.”
Vera steps on my foot to let me know that my acting skills are not up to par. I don’t know what she expects of me. There’s a reason that I’m a producer and not an actor and it wasn’t because I lacked the looks.
Wendy moves faster than the blink of an eye. She steps toward Vera, grabbing her arm and spinning her away from me.
My mouth drops open in shock as she slides a dagger off her belt and places it against Vera’s neck. I notice that she also positions herself so that those to her direct left or right can’t see what she is doing. The people gathered for the merchant’s festival continue about their night not the least bit aware what is happening on this canal over here.
Vera for her part is bent backward over the railing, trying to move away from the knife. Of course, the only alternative is to fall backward into the water.
“What have you done to him?” Wendy hisses, lowering her face to Vera’s. “What sort of spell do you have that is so strong that it can sway even his heart?”
“What are you doing?” I cry.
“I’m saving you, Captain. You will thank me later.”
“He isn’t under any spell,” Vera says, she jerks her head to me. “Ask him anything he will answer it lucidly.”
“As if I’ll trust the word of a siren. You must have him under a clever enchantment.”
“I’m songless!” Vera cries out, throwing her hands up.
“She’s so extremely songless,” I add stepping a bit closer.
