Page 38 of Lost Girl

What’s important is keeping my head above water for just a little longer.

Clearly, this is a game of survival and the only way I’m going to win is if I’m present. Knowing help is on the way, only makes me that much more determined to see it through. I know it’s beyond illogical and probably the most stupid thing I’ve ever done—to instill my faith in a complete stranger—but everything about Tavi screams that I can trust him.

I don’t know what it is, couldn’t possibly try to explain it to you. He just is. I feel it in my bones, as ridiculous as that sounds. It’s like there’s some sort of invisible twine luring me toward him.

Such kind brown eyes.My first thought of him echoes in my mind, sparking an image that seems to warm me all over. Slightly almond-shaped, nestled beneath keen, dark brows; those eyes tell it all.

Ones that softened and shot up to his forehead when he got a good look at me. It was right then I felt this calming wave, like a gust of wind that ripples past you on a warm summer’s day.

Even in his wolf form he had that effect on me.

If I recoiled at any point, it was purely out of instinct. Seeing this majestic creature he spoke of took me by surprise, yes, but I can’t say I was truly afraid.

Those eyes were there, speaking to me when he couldn’t, soothing me in the same way he soothed me in his male form.

What is it about him?

That’s the last thing I remember trying to pick apart before I doze off.

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“What’s her name again?”A distant voice whispers.

“Wendy, you idiot,” another hisses. “Do you pay attention to anything that isn’t blood or your dick?”

“Hardly,” the first voice chuckles. “A man has needs.”

Somewhere in my sleep-bogged mind, there’s alarms blaring, urging me to get off the ground and protect myself from imminent danger, but I don’t dare open my eyes. Whoever they are, neither one sounds like anyone I’m familiar with, and I have no intention of meeting them.

Perhaps if I lay utterly still, they’ll go away.

“Well, go on then, wake her up,” the second voice insists. “I have shit to do.”

“Wendy.” The cold toe of a shoe gently nudges my arm. “Miss Wendy, wake up.”

I try not to move a single muscle, gritting my jaw to avoid scrunching my eyes tighter, but the nudging continues. It’s unlikely anyone could sleep through that for long.

A few more calls of my name as the nudges grow harder, and I finally crack open my eyes, gasping for added effect as I sit up.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” says one of the men as he combs his medium-long, dark hair out of his face. He sounds like the second voice I’d heard.

The other man with blond unruly curls nods and sets down that familiar silver platter by his feet. “Just delivering breakfast is all.”

It’s only then I realize I’ve slept through the night.

“W-where’s the woman?” I ask warily, wondering why the hell she isn’t the one down here as usual.

The blond arches a brow and looks to his friend. “What woman?”

“The old woman. Violet?” I explain. He has to know who she is, right?

“Oh,” he chuckles, “her. She’s still asleep. Off-duty since the Captain left late last night.”

He what?

“The Captain left?” The back of my head nearly slams into the stone wall as I question them.

Both men nod in unison, the dark-haired one shoving his hands into his pockets before clearing his throat. “Yes. He and Tinksley took a little impromptu trip through the portal. Says he needed to get her away fromyoufor a bit.”

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