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Third Person's POV

After the lost boys had their fun with Iva, Felix dragged her towards Peter's tent.

" Stay here and don't move until Pan comes back. " , Felix ordered

Iva just nodded as her tears threatened to spill. She tried to cover her bruises and bloodycuts by putting her hand on them and then wrapping her arms around herself.

A few minutes went by and Peter entered into his tent. Iva looked down daring not to make eyes contact with him, but then her chin was lifted.

His forest green eyes met her eyes. He carelessly placed his hand on her cheek giving her shivers down her spine, but then Peter sat next to her, on his bed, and held her hand like a fitted puzzle. Iva looked at him with a confused face, but choose to stay quiet because she didn't want to get in anymore trouble.

Then she felt a pair of warmth from Peter's hand on her icy skin as he used his magic to heal the bruises and bloody cuts on her arms and cheeks. After healing her, Peter moved his hands away from her and just sat there as he sighed.

" Thanks for healing me. " , Iva said quietly

" No problem. " , Peter said softly.

" Why did you heal me? " , Iva asked looking at the ground

" Because I wanted to. " , Peter said

" Why did you want to? " , Iva asked

" Because it was the right thing to do. " , Peter answered

Iva placed her hand on his hand as they locked together. She snuggled closer to him before laying her head on his shoulder.

" I wish you would remember me. " , Iva sighed " Because I remember you. "

Peter didn't say anything.

" I was a little girl and you took me away from my brother because I was a distraction. You kept me in a cage for so long that I thought I was going to die. But then you came towards me and held me close. I never seen a soft side of a villian, but I think you have it in it somewhere in your cold, dark heart, Pan. " , Iva said

" I couldn't hurt a little girl who had a brother. That little girl reminded me of Petra. " , Peter sighed " I wish I hadn't did that, but I tried to keep it smooth by letting you go free. "

Iva looked up.

" So you do remember? " , she asked

" Yes I do. " , Peter sighed ashamed of himself.

Iva wrapped his arms around Peter as she hugged him tightly.

" I never forgot that Pan nor have I told anyone of you and Petra's kindness towards my brother and I. " , Iva informed him

Peter stayed still not knowing how to react. Iva continued hugging Peter as she released him.

" What's the matter? " , Iva asked

" Nothing..." , he mumbled " So what do you want from Petra and I? " , he asked as he got up from the bed and crossed his arms.

" I just wanted to see you again. " , Iva said quietly

" And your brother? " , Peter asked

" He doesn't know that I left, but as usual he will find me one way or another. " , she shrugged

Peter gave her a glare as he turned the other way.

" I'm sorry if I intruded into your island. " , Iva sighed

" You are forgiven. " , Peter said.

Iva smiled as she got up and went towards Peter giving him another hug until he pushed her away.

" I'm the type of person that doesn't like hugs. " , Peter stated " So stop hugging me. It's annoying. "

" Sorry. " , Iva mumbled

" FELIX! " , Peter yelled until Felix came into the tent.

" Take her away. " , Peter ordered

" To where? " , Felix asked

" I don't care. Just keep her alive until her brother comes. " , Peter ordered

Felix nodded as he harshly grabbed Iva's arm dragging her out of Peter's tent. She gave Peter a sad look. He turned away wanting to avoid her sad look.

" PETRA! " , Peter yelled

" What? " , Petra asked appearing in his tent.

" Come here " , Peter ordered

Petra came closer.

" I have a plan and you are going to help me. " , Peter smirked

" That smirk can mean anything Peter. " , Petra chuckled.

" Well of course it can but that's not the point. The point is my plan. " , Peter nodded

" Well spill it. I'm curious to know what made your brain light up. " , Petra smirked

A/N: And those silbings are up to something bad. Ha! What is their plan? What will happen to Iva?

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