Page 14 of Lost Girl

She’s not going to let up, and she likely won’t be temperate for much longer.

What am I supposed to do, though? Lie?

“How could you even believe that? After all those years, almost an entire decade, it didn’t seem odd to you that he still looked exactly the same?” Her hands fall to her sides, fingers twitching in a subdued curl.

My throat bounces again. “He didn’t, though. He looked bigger, stronger, older, or at least I thought he did.”

“That makes no sense, none whatsoever! You’ve aged as normal, he didn’t. How could you not notice the difference between the two of you?”

“I swear to you he didn’t look like the same early-twenties Peter,” I stress, hoping like hell she’ll hear the sincerity in my tone. “Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me? I mean, itwasa shock to see him. It had been so long and while I’d always had hope he was alive, I’d accepted the fact he’d been killed. I grieved him, for so long I grieved the loss of him, and then I finally moved on, so when he resurfaced—”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Tinksley snaps. “Tell the truth, Wendy!”

“Tinksley, please—I swear to you on my piece of shit mother, I didn’t know anything about you or this place. Didn’t know anything that happened between the two of you! Peter told me he broke free from his captors and I believed him seeing as that was the story that circulated after his mother’s death. It was all speculation, of course, no one really knew what had happened to him but—”

“You’re rambling. Rambling is a sense of weakness, of guilt. I may be younger than you in your world, but I’mnotstupid,” she grits.

Eyes narrowing.

Doing that flashing thing again.

I glance at Hook but he’s seemingly unaffected. He’s not even looking at me. His stare is firmly trained on his female.

My attention flicks back to her, too. She’s beyond frustrated, teetering right above contained ire.

Fight or flight has me wanting to back into the wall, to get away from her, but I’m already there, on the ground.

Chained.

And still very much naked.

“I-I don’t know what else you want me to say, in what language I can get you to understand. I didn’t know.”

“You’re lying!” She lurches for me until I’m curled into a ball, face tucked between my knees, my arms acting as a shield.

“Why would I lie about this?” I yell fearfully. “Had I known who you were, don’t you think I would’ve reacted differently to seeing you storm into my bedroom? He played me just like he did you!”

All goes silent then, even the raging vibe carrying through the room plummets to nothing. Curiosity bests me in seconds and I pick my head up, enough that I can see her from the corner of my eyes.

Her dark head is tilted toward the ceiling as if she’s listening for something. A cut of my gaze to Hook reveals him in the same state until finally he says, “It’s your mum.”

Tinksley nods, the murderous tinge to her expression gone. “I know. Go,” she motions for the stairwell, “Tell her I’ll be right there.”

The Captain tosses her a nod of his own and is out of sight faster than my brain can process. Is that what she meant last night when she said it would be so much easier if she could flash us up here?

Is that what that is? Flashing?

“You’re lucky my mother is up there and that her spiraling depression takes precedence over questioningyou.” The severe tone of her mutter forces my eyes on her. “I can assure you this conversation isn’t finished, though, so start thinking about how you plan to respond when I come back. I’m not playing this game with you, Wendy. I killed our beloved Peter without the bat of a lash. Don’t for one second think I won’t do the same to you.”

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Let me start off by saying that I love my sister. I’d kill for her if it came down to it. But right now, as she drags me across the island to Hook’s Cascade, I want to kill her.

Have to remind myself of how much she means to me before I do something utterly stupid.

“Can you perhaps not act like such a drag the whole time?” she asks, grumbling under her breath.

I love my sister.

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