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Page 54 of Lost Girl

"Didn't go well?" he hedges.

"Not. At. All. Even told him I had to take her to Ward and nothing."

"Are you surprised?"

Pulling out a chair for her at the small table, I shake my head. "Not even slightly."

Soren doesn’t seem surprised, either, as he shuts the door and stalks over. We take a seat on either side of Wendy, exchanging a silent look of understanding.

I need your help, man.

“You guys can crash here,” he states evenly, bouncing his amber stare between Wendy and myself.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say.” I breath out a small sigh of relief.

Soren’s always willing to help wherever he can, but I don’t like to assume shit.

"You should know you don't have to ask me shit like this, Tav."

"Yes I do. It’syourhouse."

"Doesn't matter. You're always welcome.” He waves me off, leaning forward onto the table. “Now, can we rewind for a second? Why do you need Ward?"

I can feel her eyes on me before I so much as cast my gaze on her. She’s so hesitant to tell me what’s happening as if I’ve not seen something similar in all my years. Again, I don’t like to assume, never have, but Ma went through this once. I know whatthislooks like. Without Ward, though, we won’t know for certain, and so for that reason I’m letting her have her moment.

Wendy clears her throat when she realizes I’ve left it up for her to explain. "I—um...I woke up bleeding."

Soren’s entire expression widens. "What?"

"It was pretty bad, brother,” I chime, swallowing down lingering remnants of that vision. “I was honestly terrified when I saw it. Luckily, I was able to get her into the house and in the shower before my dad woke up."

"You think he's going to rat you out?" he questions.

"Oh, one-hundred percent, and quite honestly, I don't really care. Hook can come for me. Like I told my dad—I'm not afraid of him. He took something that didn't belong to him."

Wendy’s hand falls to my wrist, turning my attention on her wilting form. "Can we eat now? I'm seriously ready to pass out."

I can tell. Small beads of sweat have begun accumulating at her brow, her face paling whiter than a ghost.

"There’s plenty to eat. Help yourself,” Soren states graciously. “Tav, you gonna show her your fancy ass cooking skills?"

"Your kitchen, bro,” I toss back. “That’s all you.”

“She’syourgirl, though.”

Silence.

Both Wendy and I go rigid, prompting Soren to smile exaggeratedly as he rises from his seat.

Yeah, dick, thanks a lot.

“Anything specific you’d like, Wendy?” he asks, shuffling into the kitchen.

“I’m not too hungry but it’s clear I need to eat something. Toast and fruit, maybe?”

“I’ve got both. Some juice might be good for your blood sugar levels, too.”

“Sounds good,” she agrees, releasing me from her grip.


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