Page 123 of Lost Girl

One that leaves Wendy paling and pulling her fingers nervously as her blue-eyed stare bounces back and forth between the Chief’s daughter and myself. “I am, Lil… I mean, Tigerlily. I swear it. I know I said that just a few days ago, too, but—”

“Stop.” Tigerlily lifts a hand and slides out of her seat, making her way toward the girl. “Firstly, Lil is fine. And secondly, I’m screwing around with you. Well, kind of. I know you’re serious, and you love him hence why you came back, but if you fuck with my brother again, then we’re going to have words. Got it?”

Wendy nods wordlessly, to which Tigerlily winks at on her way to the cabinet.

“Would you like some tea?” she asks Wendy.

Another nod as her stare flicks on me.

“I’m guessing Hook was right?” I question.

Wendy nods her dark head and approaches the counter with a sigh. “Basically. There was a notice on my door stating entry was prohibited as the flat has been seized by officials for further investigation. My name wasn’t anywhere on there, but it’s pretty obviousjust whatthey’re investigating.”

“Another thing that’s my fault.” My eyes burn anew at the terror she must’ve felt, but I focus on breathing rather than succumbing.

It’s in the past. I can’t change it.

And even if I could, I wouldn’t change anything other than forcing Wendy into Rosewood. Peter got exactly what he deserved.

“Don’t start with that again,” Tigerlily chimes sharply, pouring Wendy a mug.

I wave her off nonchalantly as if I wasn’t just having to reign another emotional tidal wave in, when Wendy sees it.

Her gasp rents the air, body bending over the counter to reach for my hand. “Oh my God, that ring!”

“Isn’t it pretty?” Tigerlily concedes. “Not too outlandish, yet unique and gorgeous.”

“Callan said it was perfectly me,” I muse, admiring from far as Wendy examines it from all angles on my finger.

“It is,” she and Tigerlily echo.

It really is, and I’m not just saying that because it’s mine. Black zirconium metal, a sizable ruby in place of a diamond, smaller rubies along the band. And my favorite part—the skulls on either side at the base of the ruby. It screams “property of Captain Callan Hook” and I love it.

“That ruby is to die for,” Wendy adds, releasing my hand with a longing glance. “So, is it like an engagement ring?”

Humming, I twirl the ring around my finger, the memory of that night still capable of bringing me to my knees. “Ironically enough, he popped the question on Big Ben.”

Wendy’s hand flies to her chest dreamily. “That’s kind of really romantic.”

“He seems big and scary on the outside, but he’s a romantic bastard on the inside.”Romantic enough that he defied the odds and got me pregnant the first night we slept together.

“That’s the best kind of man,” Wendy agrees, lifting the mug to her lips.

“I maaay regret asking this,” Tigerlily lilts, ”but does my brother fall under that criteria?”

Wendy flushes a bright red, lips curling around the rim.

“That blush says it all,” I chuckle.

“He better slow it down before she ends up like you.” Tigerlily goes rigid at her own words, pivoting around with her eyebrows up to her hairline. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, T.”

Wendy’s brow quirks as she glances between us. “What?”

Well, I guess it’s time...

“I’m uh, I’m pregnant.” I let it out as confidently as I can manage, morphing Wendy’s expression into one the matches her man’s sister.

“Oh my…” She’s more surprised than anything else and, from what I can see, not in a negative way.

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