Page 73 of Lost Girl

All because of her past connection to Peter-fucking-Pan.

Crossing my arms, I cock my head aside. “And what exactly is wrong with you?”

Persia hitches a shoulder, her gaze cutting to the stone ground. “I’m not sure. Ward’s ran some tests over the last few weeks but hasn’t been able to find anything as of yet.”

Takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. Potential illness or not, I’m actually quite disappointed in her. I’ve always been fond of the witches, but it’s clear they’ve been somewhat conditioned to shun my little wolf. Wouldn’t surprise me if that were my father’s doing.

"So what will the teas do? Calm her?" I hedge, callously bypassing an acknowledgment to her previous reply.

The witch nods. "More like calm her mind, but yes, that’s what we want essentially. If her mind is calm, it’ll be difficult for the paralysis to lure her in."

Technically not an absolute solution, but I’m sure Wendy is willing to try anything at this point, even if it’s temporary. "I can get on board with that if she agrees.”

Both Persia and I take a glance at Wendy who’s remained tightlipped throughout this entire conversation. Those pale blues meet my awaiting stare, then she nods once, giving me her seal of approval.

I’m turning back to the witch promptly thereafter. “Is there something special you need from her for the teas to do their thing?"

"A few drops of her blood would be best, but I can work with a few strands of her hair instead. They’ll act as the main binding agent, making the teas tailored specifically for her."

The next words to come out of my mouth would’ve been “Hell no”, because there’s nothing she could say for me to allow her taking Wendy’s blood, but Wendy’s already going about gathering the necessary means, forcing the rebuttal down my throat. With strands of her dark hair in hand, she passes them to the witch wordlessly. Persia thanks her but she offers nothing more than a tip of her head.

Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who noticed the scrutinizing looks.

"This won't take very long. You're both welcome to stay until I've finished up." She’s gone after that, the clicking sound of her heels bouncing off the stone walls of the Sanctuary.

Holding my hand out for Wendy, I lead her to one of the benches surrounding the fountain in the very center of the courtyard. I’ve already sat my ass down and she’s still standing, head craning back to take in the top of the ancient structure. I can’t help but chuckle.

"Yes, I know, I'm gawking." She slowly drops into the space at my side.

"Can’t blame you, little wolf. It's nice here, I know."

It really is, too. This place is all stone, moss, vines, stained glass, and various flowerings.

"I get this proper spiritual vibe, you know? But it's so comforting and serene as well."

"Siren's Cove is nice, too. Well, it used to be anyway," I add stupidly, grappling her attention in a second flat.

"What happened to it?"

Despite knowing it won’t do shit, I’m tempted to play the pass card simply to avoid utteringhisname. She’ll never let me live it down, though, and I suppose he’ll continue to arise in other topics as she learns more and more about Rosewood anyway.

Might as well rip it off like a bandage, right?

"The sirens had a hand in helping Peter cross the portal,” I start, noting almost immediately how she tenses. “They coerced him into murdering one of the Sacred Six under the pretense that would serve as his ‘sacrifice’ to access the portal—which is complete bullshit because a sacrifice isn’t needed. Then they abducted Persia’s young daughter, N’Isabelle, and kept her hidden within the cavern in a deep slumber. The most brainless part of it all? Their leader, Marlena, went running to Hook for assistance, knowing they’d wind up dead once Persia came back from overseas to reclaim her child.”

Wendy’s gone wide-eyed—as expected—her mouth slightly ajar as I give a little nod.

“The end result? Got themselves locked up with a boundary spell much like the Fae are in the Hollow."

"The Fae…” she muses, eyebrows fixed pensively. “Why have I heard that before?"

"Half of Tinksley's DNA. Half of Peter’s as well."

"That's right.” Her dark head bounces as it all comes back to her. “Then why did he seem so alarmed when she mentioned it?"

"Because halflings must trigger their Fae side, and to trigger it—"

"They must do something unthinkable."

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