Page 76 of Lost Girl

“They should,” he squeezes my hand reassuringly, “Persia and the witches are always spot on. The only thing that worries me is her claiming to feel unwell and how that affects her magic.”

“That’s right.” I had completely forgotten she said as much. “She mentioned telling you that last night, too. I’m assuming this happened after you dropped me off at the house? What happened?”

Tavi makes his way down a steeper hill, then helps me down as well before releasing a small sigh. “Last time the boys howled for me like that was the night the vampires were trampling around on the reservation. I thought they’d come back for more with Hook in tow which is why I took off so fast.”

“Because of me?”

“That’s what I assumed, yes. But when I caught up with them, they were in the Sanctuary with two very mangled and very bloodied Fae bodies strewn at the witches feet. Evidently, they’d somehow gotten out of the Hollow and were wandering the island in search of sustenance.”

“The Fae were wandering? Didn’t you say the Hollow is contained within a boundary spell?”

“Precisely why I said ‘had somehow gotten out.’ But wait, that’s not all, it gets better.”

How much “better” could this possibly get?

“Go on,” I insist.

“We must have left before it started, but the Sirens could be heard for short periods of time throughout the night, and as I mentioned at the Sanctuary, those water cannibals have the exact same spell cast upon their Cove. These last few weeks, their cries have gone unheard beneath that ‘dome’, so for them to break through on the same night two Fae break free, what does that tell you?”

My eyes bulge. “The spells are glitching.”

“Yup.”

“So what does that mean? What happens now?”

Tavi hitches a shoulder, peering at me from the corner of his eye. “The witches fixed it. Used remains of the Fae’s corpses to reseal the Hollow and fed off the energy from the Sirens’ melody to drown them out once more.”

“Will that actually work?”

That sounds like too easy of a solution for something I’m perceiving as a bigger problem. But what the hell do I know? I’m not a witch.

“Who knows.” He shrugs off that reply, too. “Seemed to do the trick for now. Only time will tell.”

Kind of like Persia’s teas.I hate to be cynical, but with her boundary spells collapsing, who’s to say her magic is up to par for anything else?

That’s what I’m mulling over when small peeks of what looks like water cutting through the greenery on our left catches my eye. My entire being seems to buzz at the sight of it, shifting my focus away from Persia and the teas and everything else.

“Is that Lost Lake?” I don’t know why I’m so excited or why I hadn’t noticed it on any of our other walks through these parts. I mean, we’ve been through here how many times now?

“It is.” Tavi chortles. He knows how much I like sightseeing. “Detour?”

“Please. I want to see it in daylight.” I grin.

He flashes me a grin in return and swings the satchel around his neck, allowing it to drape over his chest as he crouches just slightly. “C’mon.”

“C’mon what?” I’m arching a brow at him.

Tavi rolls his eyes playfully and tips his head backward. “Hop on.”

Hop on—as in on his back.

“Are you serious right now?” He can’t be.

“Very.” His grin widens.

“You’re not carrying me. I can walk.” Why does he always think I can’t?

“But my strides are far bigger. We’ll get there faster,” he explains, crouching lower.

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