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"Ye best start believing in ghost stories, Evie. Yer in one."
Evie tried to run away but Harry shot forward, grabbing her by the wrist. His grip wasn't tight but his touch was painful, so cold it was like stinging ice. She felt a tingly sensation creeping across her skin under Harry's touch, something nipping and pricking at her.
"You're hurting me! Let me go!" Evie shouted, trying to pull herself free.
"I'm not letting go until ye calm down, Princess," Harry replied sternly. "Care to explain where it is yer trying tae go?"
"Away from you!" Evie hissed, pain contorting her face. Her wrist was so cold it was painful. "And away from this damned ship and everyone on it!"
A look of hurt flashed on Harry's face. He released her then, allowing her to pull her hand to her chest. She looked down at her wrist, astounded to find a frosty handprint wrapped around her wrist where Harry had held her.
It had to have been his touch, Evie realized, looking at her wrist in fascinated horror. He was cold to touch earlier, but now it's so much worse.
"I've waited three years for this day," Harry breathed, his expression hurt and confused. "Three agonizingly long years, tae finally be reunited with ma beloved wife... and ye want to leave me? When we can finally be with each other."
Evie shook her head, glaring through watery eyes at the pirate.
"You're not the Harry that I fell in love with. The Harry that I knew wouldn't kill his father or his crew! The Harry that I loved wasn't a senseless murderer!" Evie spat. "Magic mirrors only knows how many other people you've needlessly hurt while being in charge of this ship!"
Harry had been no angel, she would never deny it. He could be cruel, he could be wicked, and he was not above killing if it was to defend himself, his crew or the people he loved. He was a pirate through and through, the true son of Captain Hook. But the Harry that she knew, that she cherished with every inch of her being, would never even think about hurting his family or friends. He was loyal and protected his family fiercely.
She could still remember the day when she had received the devasting news of The Jolly Roger and her crew's demise. CJ, her youngest sister-in-law, had travelled across the seas to Auradon to tell her the news. Evie remembered how the younger girl, so usually filled with life and arrogance, crumbled at her doorstep, falling into her arms in a heap of tears. Evie had held her close, offering as much comfort as she could while her own heart quaked in sorrow.
Evie's tears ceased, her face steeling as she stared at the man before her. It was this monster that had done that. Not Harry. Not her husband. Her Harry would never do something like that to his family. He would never intentionally bring suffering and sadness to their doorsteps.
"So," Harry drawled darkly, taking a slow, menacing step towards her. Evie felt her nerves quiver at the change in his demeanour, danger radiating from him. There was a joyless smirk on his face, his eyes alighting with fury. "Ye think I have nae mercy in me? I kin see it in yer eyes, Princess. Ye think I'm a monster."
