Page 100 of Lost Girl

Scenery whipping past me, I focus on the trail that’ll lead me to the portal. I don’t know what I’m hoping to find there—I know she’s gone—but I couldn’t stay in that house with Soren any longer.

Not after he said she could be afraid of us.

Why?

Why would she be afraid?

Because she was always meant to leave. You were an unexpected distraction from her desire to go home, until she finally woke up.

My subconscious seems to be no holds barred today. That reality right there? Painful because it’s one-hundred percent probable. Wendy wanted to go home and I became a distraction.

Which poses the question I’m not ready to ask myself, one that stops me in my tracks, bursting an agonized howl from deep within.

Was Wendy’s heart truly ever mine?

?I Ran (So Far Away) - Hidden Citizens?

Location: Bloomsbury, London

"Well, this is me," I tell Tinksley as we come to a halt outside of my old building.

I almost can’t believe it. Just a day ago I was treading the vibrant green lands of Rosewood, wrapped up in its simplistic beauty, and now I’m here, surrounded by glum skies, miles upon miles of buildings, and the obnoxious sounds of traffic.

Kind of crazy what a few months away from modern civilization will do to a girl. My ears ache from all the ruckus, shoulders swallowing my head every time a horn blares. My heart does, too, but for an entirely different reason.

"Trust me, I remember,” Tinksley sighs, craning her head back to take it all in. "Are you sure you really want to go in there?"

"I mean, this was home.”Washome, as in it doesn’t feel as such anymore. I begged her to bring me back, though, so now I have to put on a brave face and deal with it despite feeling like I’ve made a grand mistake. “Hopefully, it still is. For all I know, the landlord already sold all of my belongings and rented it out to someone else."

"You think Hook was right?" she asks, dragging my gaze on her with an inquiring brow.

"Right about what?"

"About you possibly being a...what did he call it? Person of..."

"Person of interest," I finish, stomach roiling at the reminder.

"Yes, that. Do you think maybe he's right?" She’s staring at the building again, dark hair whipping behind her with the autumn chill, adding to the unnerving vibe hanging over my head.

"I doubt it. London has seen this before. It's what scoured the news when Clara was found dead and Peter was nowhere to be found.”

Clara also wasn’t found with a cock down her throat and her head cut off.

The thought nearly leaves me choking, one I barely manage to swallow down as I return my attention to the building and focus on breathing.

“You can always come back, you know,” Tinksley adds after a beat. “If this doesn’t go as planned or you find yourself wanting to go back to Rosewood, you can.”

“How?” I’m all too eager to ask, a fact Tinksley doesn’t miss.

“Just find the witches and tell them you need to locate the Sacred Six. They’ll know exactly who you speak of and what to do.”

“And then what?” I hedge, jotting all of this down in my memory banks.

“Once Persia passes along the message to me, Hook and I will come get you,” she says matter-of-factly.

Like I should know she’d be so willing to help.

“You would really do that?” My query comes in a diffident whisper. Tinksley may have brought me here, but that doesn’t mean I’ve fully instilled my trust in her. That I’ve forgotten what she did to me. Truce or not, she hurt me, something I’m still working past.

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