Page 108 of Lost Girl

Tavi sinks into one of the seats, eyes narrowing as he nods. "You're an asshole, you know that?"

"I've been called worse.” I take a quick sip. "So what can I do for you?"

"I need you to take me to Wendy," he says evenly.

Bingo.

Whatever amusement already showed itself on my face doubles in a split-second. "See how that works?” I point at him. “How I already knew? Just like how I knew you went looking for Wendy during Pan's funeral, or how I knew you'd try breaking her free after the fact?”

No response. He grits his jaw and swallows, lifting his chin proudly.

"Wanna know a secret?" I continue, taking another sip. "I was banking on it. Your sister offering herself did more foryouthan I think you understand. From the moment Tinksley suggested taking Wendy, I knew it was going to get ugly. I felt that same rage when I first turned, that innate, insatiable need for vengeance and justice, and I was banking on you taking pity for her cries as a resolution for it all. Epic love story, don't you think? The poor little lost girl rescued by the big, bad wolf? You're welcome, by the way." Tipping my glass, I drain it's remaining contents through a smirk, relishing his silence.

The boy is stunned.

Eyes never straying from him, I set the tumbler on the small table beside me and continue, "So yes, you did me a favor, and now I owe you one as well. I'll take you to Wendy tomorrow morning."

Tavi’s head rears back before he shakes it vigorously. "Tomorrow morning won't work, Hook. I need to get to her ASAP, it’s urgent."

Don’t care.

"I said I'd do you a favor, not go out of my way to accommodate you. Now doesn't really work for me—I have a fiancée I plan on fucking when I get back upstairs and we have dinner plans.”

“But—”

“Take the offer, kid, before I change my mind," I advise.

He’s silent a beat but finally makes the right choice. Lips thinned, a profound sigh leaves him. "Fine. What time tomorrow?"

"Be here when the sun comes up. I have no intention of being gone all day."

He doesn’t seem to like that time frame either, but doesn’t protest. "See you then." Flying from his seat, he’s near the door when I follow up with, "You're welcome," stopping him in his tracks.

The wolf cuts a glance over his shoulder and nods. "Yeah, thanks."

"Oh no, that won't do.” I rise from my seat to meet him. “Let's try that again, shall we? More genuine this time, anddd go."

If he could shift right now and try ripping his canines into me, he would.

I find it funny.

"Thank you for your help," he grates, holding out a hand.

"There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I give his hand a firm shake. "Just remind yourself of who you're talking to tomorrow and we'll get along famously, okay?"

?Battlefield - SVRCINA?

Day two: Made it in and out of Starbucks just before closing hours without anyone noticing me.

And if they did, no one spoke a word of it.

Still, I keep glancing over my shoulder every few feet or so, paranoid that perhaps someone was able to notify the authorities while I was paying for my coffee or rushing out the door. I wasn’t going to fetch anything at all, but I didn't leave the safety of the bridge after making it there, and I was parched. Starving. Needed something to keep me up, too.

I slept like absolute shit last night. Uncomfortable, cold, scared—most of it spent tossing and turning, missing Tavi so fiercely I thought my heart would explode from my chest and shatter into a million pieces.

That's the worst of it all, really...missing him. Sure, I've not even begun figuring out what the hell I'm going to do—which is what I should be focused on—but being away from Tavi is proving to be more excruciating by the hour.

And that, my friends, is why I'm standing before my old flat at this late hour, moments away from attempting a very illegal break-in. Just as Tinksley thought revisiting Peter’s house might provide closure, here I am pondering the same. If I can’t live the life I had, I want to mourn it. To leave it and that Wendy that died along with it behind.