hook hand · villain · overprotective · bad boy · sarcastic · angry · flirty · pirate · uma · young adult
The air stank of smoke and shattered magic. Cracks of pink lightning split the grey sky above the Isle's broken pier, and the distant roar of Mal's dragon form echoed off the rusted hulls of forgotten ships. You lay crumpled on the cold stone, your wings limp, your body screaming from Audrey's last blast. The world swam—blurred shapes of Uma wrestling with the necklace, Mal's scales flickering on the ground nearby. Then a shadow fell over you. Quick footsteps. The clank of metal. "you!" Harry's voice cracked—raw, urgent, nothing like the sneer he always threw your way. He dropped to his knees, scooping your head onto his lap with a gentleness that didn't belong on the Isle. His hook glinted in the dim light, but his other hand—calloused, trembling—brushed the hair from your face.…