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Lilith knelt before the mercenary, bright red eyes locked with his terrified gaze. His mind struggled to resist, though the effort was almost laughable to the young girl. As she bent the mind of the poor man to her will, Rumpelstiltskin watched several feet away.
Lilith's newfound talent - one that enslaved the wills of mortals and placed them under her control - was an absolute delight to him. Something he'd have to rip out hearts to use, was easily accessed by the child before him.
Clearly, the seer had been correct when she'd looked into the future of the still crouching girl. He could only assume that the woman had seen the destruction and pain the girl would cause, though knew that the other piece of the prophecy couldn't come true anymore.
He'd made sure of it.
Lilith would never be taken from this realm by him and while he knew cheating fate would have repercussions, he was confident that whatever challenges were thrown at them could be overcome. While a part of him that had grown to care for the girl like a surrogate daughter railed at his deception, he knew it was for the best. Whatever Lilith turns into, it cannot be as dark or repulsive as him.
As Lilith stood and directed the man to murder his companions, she watched it all with a dispassionate expression. To her, all this was merely necessary, a way to grow and to learn her powers. As the last of the men died with a gurgled scream, she beckoned her thrall over to her.
His expression was blank, though swiftly turned to pain as she dug her hand into his chest. She pulled out his heart, unsurprised to see it blackened by less than noble deeds. Without a sound, she resumed eye contact with him and began to squeeze the heart within her grasp.
As the light left his eyes and the dust trickled from her palm, Rumple began to giddily clap from behind. She turned as the man fell to the ground at her feet and went towards him when Rumple called her.
"Now that, is what I call a show, dearie."
Lillian rolled over in her sleep, nose crinkling when sunlight streamed across her face. Eyes lazily opening, she let out a groan and tugged the blanket over her sore eyes. Damn Ruby. Ruby had, after the shock of finding Kathryn, decided to drink away the horror she'd felt and had roped Lillian into doing the same. As such, she inwardly cursed her best friend for deciding it would be a good idea to get drunk the night before, and herself for agreeing. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, though the night had become a bit of a blur after her fifth one.
Probably shouldn't of had that tenth shot. A single eye cracked open as nausea churned in her stomach. Despite the ache in her head, she couldn't help but compare her current hangover to the one she'd experienced back in Neverland.
Someone, Peter she'd assumed, had brought whiskey to the camp, distributing it to all the boys over the age of fourteen. Needless to say, it had been an interesting night that had almost ended in the death of Felix after he'd provoked her one too many times.
Smiling now, she let out a raspy chuckle as she remembered Felix using Peter as a shield while she tossed fireballs at them, then watching as they dodged tree roots that she commanded to try and skewer them. Of course, because of the way things worked on Neverland, they'd all been morbidly hungover, still feeling the effects of the drink for almost a week afterwards.
Shifting to lay on her back, she idly raised her hand and fingered the small acorn charm that rested against the loose shirt she wore to bed. Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed when her phone began to vibrate.
Cursing, she blindly reached over and grasped for the phone, groaning when she saw the name on it. "Hello?"
"Lillian dear, I have need of your assistance and... " Gold trailed off, just realizing that his ward sounded as if she'd gargled with broken glass. "Are you alright, dear?"
She muttered something, he couldn't be quite sure what, before she cleared her throat rather painfully. "What do you need me for?" Half asleep still, her eyelids fluttering, she nearly missed his reply. His next words, however, cleared the lingering fog that clouded her head.
"It's the dagger."
Lilith watched silently as Rumpelstiltskin lit a candle, a shawl resting innocently on the table beside him. Soon after she'd discovered his quest to find his son, Baelfire, along with her pledge to help him find his son, he'd consented to letting her stand vigil with him each year on Baelfire's birthday.
She didn't ask how old the boy would be, well aware that if he'd gone to a realm without magic, he would be well past his hundredth birthday by now. But, she held her tongue, as she had no desire to lose it, and allowed Rumple this comfort.
I have my own vices as it is. Her mind drifted to the small, cracked picture hidden somewhere in the room she'd been given. The only remnant of her life before, other than the necklace that hung round her slim neck.
As the candle began to flicker, the flame slowly dying, Lilith raised her eyes from the fading light to meet her mentor's amber gaze. His expression was carefully blank, wiped free of any and all emotion, and she merely inclined her head before departing from the room. She knew better than to linger, to intrude on his grief and mourning for the son he knew very well that he might never see again.
So, she ventured to the vast expanse of gardens that the castle contained, the place that her mentor had gifted her with on her last birthday. He had little patience for flowers and the like, and she enjoyed the solitude that it gave her when he was a constant presence in the castle. While the small part of her, the little girl she'd locked away, adored him with all her heart for what he'd done for her, she wasn't exactly capable of acting on such emotion anymore.
Lilith didn't dwell on those feelings, well aware of what it would do. Her humanity was gone, making it easier for her to do what needed to be done without the influence of emotions to sway her. Absently, as she ran her eyes critically over a patch of nightshade, her fingers drifted over the small acorn charm that rested around her neck. Heat lightly thrummed through her fingertips and she sighed, still no closer to figuring out where she'd gotten the necklace in the first place.
Frowning now, she continued down the path, barely noticing as the flowers she passed wilted and blackened.
Lillian nearly tumbled into the shop, dark curls messy and rumpled and her clothing haphazardly thrown on. Gold barely reacted when the door slammed open, eyes fixed on the wall and gaze distant. The teen stormed to the counter, eyes wide and anxious as she waited for him to say something.
"Gold, what it is?" She finally demanded when he continued to remain silent. "What happened?"
He blinked, eyes flicking towards her as if he just realized she was there. "Young Henry and our mysterious tourist came in today."
She quirked a brow. "And? What does that have to do with the dagger? Henry was probably just looking for a present for Mary Margaret - her welcome home party is today."
"Which doesn't account for our resident motorcycle enthusiast snooping in the back room."
Lillian stiffened, eyes narrowing as Gold rounded the counter. Lips twisting into a frown, she followed him as he entered the back, searching for any missing items. "Did he take anything?"
"Not that I'm aware of," Gold looked around again, likewise making sure that everything was where it should be. While not sure what that self-proclaimed writer had been looking for, something didn't feel right. He couldn't prove that the man had been looking for his dagger, though it was the first thought his mind jumped to.
Lillian would call him paranoid, though they both knew that healthy paranoia had saved them both many times over in the past. Without looking, he knew she was more than likely searching through the piles of items, checking that nothing was missing. Though he'd done the same at least twice, he didn't begrudge her checking herself if it gave her some peace.
Both of them knew what would happen if someone got ahold of the dagger, even without magic, it wouldn't play out well. Magic, what little of it was here, was temperamental at best, and dangerous at worst. If her episode with the consciousness that her magic had produced told her anything, it was that magic was bloody terrifying here in a way it had never been back home.
And I could hypnotize people with my eyes, she seated herself on the small couch, glaring at her scuffed boots. Scowling, she racked through her brain, trying to figure how many people would have known about the dagger back home. The list was small, with barely a handful of people, and she didn't understand how a nobody from the outside world - the world without magic - could even have an inkling about the dagger that controlled the Dark One.
"How would he even know about the dagger?" She voiced her thoughts, raising her gaze to meet Gold's. "Last I checked, the story about Rumpelstiltskin is just about you spinning straw into gold and trying to steal a Queen's child." A brow rose. "Not you being the 'villain' in at least six different instances."
He shrugged, discomfited by the entire situation. The urge to go and check on his dagger was almost overwhelming, though he knew it was safe and sound where he'd hidden it twenty-eight years ago. He glanced at Lillian, who was nervously bouncing her booted foot, clearly antsy and uncomfortable with being around him.
Clearing his throat and swallowing his disappointment that she still was obviously upset with him, he quietly promised he'd see her at Mary Margaret's welcome home party before the teen nearly sprinted out of the shop. He watched her go with the taste bitterness and regret in his mouth.
Lillian stalked down the street, catching sight of Regina, who was clearly on the warpath. Ducking out of sight, she watched as the woman ripped the door to the pawn shop open before sweeping into the building. Curious now, the teen doubled back and slipped through the back door, ears perking when she heard Regina's annoyed, hushed tones.
"You broke our deal."
"I broke one deal in my life, dear." Hands on a leather ball, he leaned closer. "And it certainly wasn't this one."
Regina's eyes narrowed at his flippant reply. "Kathryn was supposed to die, and Mary Margaret was to get the blame."
"Yeah, murder seems so much worse here, though, doesn't it?" He asked, enjoying the fury that was displayed openly on the mayor's face. "You can't just turn someone into a snail and then step on them, can you? You didn't say 'kill her'." He pointed out. "We agreed that something tragic should happen to her. Now, abduction is tragic."
"The intent was perfectly clear." She replied waspishly.
"Oh, let's not talk about intent." He glanced away. "Intent is meaningless."
"Intent is everything -"
His head snapped back round to her. "Please."
Regina pressed her lips together at that word. Cursing herself for agreeing to his damn loophole, she watched as he picked up the sphere and limped around the counter.
"This is going to raise all kinds of questions about where she was and how the test results were fake." She ranted as Gold reached up to replace the ball on a ledge next to his collection of string instruments.
"Oh, yes. And, um… " He raised a finger and turned back to her, smiling. "And who put the key in her cell."
Regina's hand flew up to grasp at her necklace, fingers smoothing over her family crest. "It's all going to lead to me, isn't it?" He continued to smile. "You bastard. This doesn't make any sense." She stepped closer. You and I – we've been in this, together, from the start."
He laughed. "Oh, have we?" He asked, relishing in her naivety.
"You created the curse for me. The curse that brought us here, and built all this."
"Yes, it's about time you said thank you."
"Why did you do it?"
Gold watched her for several heartbeats before he inhaled, all patience leaving him, and leaned towards her. "Well, you're a smart woman, Your Majesty. Figure it out." He sneered before returning behind the counter, waiting for her to storm out, and she didn't disappoint.
As the door slammed shut, making the whole building seem to shudder, Lillian quietly appeared in the back doorway. "Bit delusional, isn't she?" She remarked mildly, shoulder against the doorjamb. He nodded in response and she swallowed before asking, "It's almost time, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Lilith stalked through the undergrowth, Bae by her side. Pan had, thankfully, left the island late the night before, to where she didn't know and didn't want to know. However, it allowed her and Bae time to themselves, something that didn't happen often.
The boy beside her had already begun disappearing for long hours at a time, evading patrols of lost boys as he prepared to live on the run. Well, she admitted to herself as she ducked under a low hanging branch. As much on the run as a person could be on an island, at least. Bae wanted to leave, something they both shared, other than their history with his father.
Bae had, despite his hatred of any and all magic users, warmed up to her rather quickly. Though, if the present company on Neverland was any indication, she'd probably have jumped on the first newcomer that didn't fall in love with the island if she'd been stuck here as long as he had.
"How are we gonna get out of here?" Bae broke the silence, brushing his dark, messy hair from his eyes.
Lilith sighed, scowling. "I could try Hook again," she almost spat the name of the pirate like it was the foulest of poisons. "But, something tells me that he won't bend over backwards to help us."
Muttering darkly, she continued to head through the jungle, not protesting when Bae slid his hand into her own. Despite the fact that he was thirteen - and almost as tall as she was, to her annoyance - he still acted every bit the child he was when around her. She knew he'd grown up fast, especially after he'd gone to the land without magic. Sometimes, when the crippling realization that they were never leaving came up, both of them reverted to the children they both really were.
Gripping his fingers back tightly, Lilith stopped as they reached the edge of the cliff, slipping her hand from Bae's to hold her hands several inches apart. The boy watched, brow creased in distaste, until a small glow started between her palms, taking shape into something he thought he'd never seen again.
As she held the small cake towards him and, with a snap of her fingers, lit the single candle, Lilith allowed an indulgent smile to cross her lips when Bae's eyes filled with tears.
"Happy birthday, Bae."
Lillian swept out of the large house, Henry in tow. Calling over her shoulder that they'd be back before ten to Regina, she silently thanked whatever deity was watching that the woman hadn't questioned their cover of going to get ice cream and taking a walk in the park. Thankfully, Emma was parked down the street in her bug, eagerly awaiting their arrival. The moment Henry and Lillian had bundled into the car and shut the door, Emma peeled away from the curb towards Mary Margaret's.
"Much as I love the whole 'cloak and dagger' thing we have going on," Lillian began while Emma quirked a brow at the odd choice of words. "You know her high and mightiness is going to catch on eventually, right?"
Henry smirked, the expression far too smug for a ten year old to make. "She likes to live in denial."
Emma and Lillian shared a look, the former shaking her head in amusement as the latter concentrated on driving and not the son who suddenly reminded her of his father. No one had arrived at the loft yet, and Henry raced up the stairs, Lillian at his heels while Emma brought up the rear. Mary Margaret glanced up from the bowl of punch she was stirring, smiling at the sight of the two dark-haired arrivals.
"Henry!" She enthused, accepting his hug when he leapt at her. She hugged Lillian next as Emma bustled around, making sure everything was ready when the rest of the guests arrived.
Later, as everyone mingled and chatted, Lillian, Emma, and Mary Margaret hovered at the punch bowl when Granny entered the loft, grinning with a cheery, "Hi!"
Archie approached her, taking the food from her and offering her a glass of punch. Lillian rolled her eyes at his people pleasing - something not even a Curse could dampen - and swiveled her gaze to Mary Margaret when the teacher spoke.
"All of these people… Just to welcome me home?" She asked.
"You've got a lot of friends." Emma answered easily as she filled up the cup with punch.
"Didn't feel like that yesterday." The other woman commented mildly, picking up the tray of drinks and heading out to mingle with her guests.
Lillian frowned, taking a sip from her cup while her eyes wandered. They landed on Henry and August, and she raised an eyebrow at the sight of them seated at the table, conversing in quiet tones. While she knew Henry had struck up a friendship with the tourist, and knew the man wouldn't hurt her charge as she'd already threatened to murder him if a hair on Henry's head was hurt, something felt off about the man.
"How bad was it?" Henry whispered, eying Gold as the man loitered by himself behind the stairs.
August smiled easily. "Getting caught in his office? Not bad. I played it off." He claimed with much more confidence than he felt.
"What were you looking for? Did you find it?" Henry pressed eagerly.
"Nope." He rested his arms on the table and leaned closer to the boy in an conspiratorial way. "But I have a feeling it's going to find me." His eyes glanced over Henry's shoulder to see Lillian watching him, eyes narrowed, and he held back a shiver. Mary Margaret waked past, cutting off his view of the teen and he jerked his head in the woman's direction. "There she is. Why don't you give her your present?"
"Hey." He grabbed the giant red card he and his classmates had made, and the silver and white wrapped gift. "I have something for you." He told Mary Margaret, who smiled down at him as everyone began to crowd around them.
"Well, thank you." She took the card, her smile wavering as she read it out loud. "We're so glad you didn't kill Misses Nolan…"
Henry puffed up proudly while Lillian hid her snickers behind the punch bowl. "It's from the whole class, and I got you a bell." He shook the box proudly as snickers rose.
Chuckling now, Mary Margaret beamed at the boy. "Thank you. Tell everyone I'll be back soon."
"Okay."
Emma smiled at her son's behavior as she reached out to touch his shoulder. "Hey, Henry, we should get you home before your mom finds out." She made a face. "That won't be pretty."
"You have no idea," Lillian added, hugging Mary Margaret before she, Emma and Henry headed for the door.
Emma swung it open, her easy smile vanishing at the sight of the man on the other side. David lowered the fist he'd raised to knock, smiling awkwardly at the blonde. Henry, oblivious to the sudden tension, slipped past Emma, drawing David's attention.
"Hey, Henry," he greeted. "Leaving already?"
Henry nodded. "Yeah. Got to get home and do homework."
Emma swung round, mouthing 'David's here' to Mary Margaret. The teacher's already pale face whitened a little more before she mouthed back, 'No'. Lillian watched the exchange, nodding when Mary Margaret sent her a pleading look tinged with slight annoyance. David turned back to Emma and Lillian, who were already shaking their heads. Well, Emma was. Lillian was currently trying to burn a hole into his skin with the force of her glare.
"She's kind of tired." The blonde tried with a wince, keeping the door angled so David couldn't catch a glimpse of the teacher. "I think if you just give it some time… "
David blinked. "I just wanted to -"
"Hey, Henry." Lillian perked up with schoolgirl innocence. "Why don't you head home with David? Tell your mom Gold called me for an emergency."
Henry easily picked up on the tone of her voice and smiled. "Okay."
"Sorry."
David looked down and let out a soft, pained scoff, the sound making even Lillian's annoyance lessen. "Okay." He tried to return Emma's strained smile before he turned and left, Henry in tow.
Lillian sighed as Emma shut the door, both of them surprised when Gold spoke up behind them. "Hard to let him go, isn't it?" Emma's brow creased and he amended, "Your son."
"Yeah. Pretty much the hardest thing." Her expression cleared. "Speaking of something we weren't talking about, was it you?"
"Was what me?"
Emma raised a brow. "Did you make Kathryn suddenly materialize? Cause it sure played that way to me." She slanted a glance at Lillian, who had drifted away from them, seemingly bored with the conversation, towards Ruby. "Was that the magic you were going to work? Because if you kidnapped that poor, innocent woman, just to let her go -"
"Are you proposing I'm working with Regina, or against her?" Gold interrupted, amused in the face of Emma's suspicion.
"I don't know. Maybe, diagonally."
"Well, you keep working on that one." He smiled. "My question's about something else – what do you know about him?" He pointed at August, who was wrapped up in conversation with Whale and a few others.
Emma glanced over at him. "Goes by August. He's a writer. Typewriter wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in stubble." She turned back to Gold, suspicious again. "Why?"
"He was poking around my shop today. August Wayne Booth. Clearly a false name." Trying to hide the scorn in his voice, as he didn't want Miss Swan to assume he had it out for the other man, he forced his voice to be pleasant. "There's one thing I know about – it's names."
"Writers go by pseudonyms. What does it matter?"
"You trust him?"
"Yeah." Well aware of what happened to those that upset Gold, she lowered her voice. "A lot more than I trust you."
Gold let out a short chuckle, smiling serenely at the Sheriff until she turned on her heel and stalked away, heading towards August. As she easily drew him into conversation, both Lillian and her guardian watched them, sharing a long look with Gold before she turned back to her friend.
Lillian knelt by the door, wrench and lockpick in hand, and swiftly inserted them into the lock. Listening carefully for the telltale click, she let out a soft noise of triumph when the lock easily clicked beneath her ministrations. Quickly making her way to her feet, she twisted the knob and slipped into the room, Gold sticking close behind her.
While she hated having to continue to help him, especially since all she wanted to do was go burn down a forest or something, Lillian kept her mouth shut and went along with her guardian's schemes. Drifting towards the desk, she shifted through the stacks of papers, finding nothing of interest other than the vintage typewriter that took up most of the space.
As she reached out to touch the donkey shaped paperweight, her finger stilled when Gold inhaled sharply. Turning her attention to him, she watched Gold lift up a sheet of paper, her eyes widening as she took in the details of the drawing on the page.
The dagger of the Dark One.
Lillian had, at Gold's insistence, left him to follow August alone, even though she'd told him matter of factly that there was no way he could protect himself if August turned out to be one of his enemies from back home. He didn't have his magic, and while she didn't either, she wasn't the one with a bum leg that only had his reputation to protect him.
He'd ignored her grumblings, dropped her off at the manor, and then returned to the diner to wait for one Mr. August Wayne Booth. Thankfully, he didn't need to wait long, and watched as the younger man drove off, motorcycle rumbling loudly down Main Street. Following at a discreet distance, his lip curled into a sneer when the first stop turned out to be the Convent.
Remaining out of sight, he watched August speak with Mother Superior, approaching the head of the Convent when the other man had gone around the corner. Getting her to talk, despite her morals and whatnot, hadn't been too hard and what she'd revealed only made the knot in his stomach worsen. Well aware that Lillian would rail at him to come and get her if he told her what he'd found out, he didn't call her as he'd promised, resolving to do so once he had something more concrete.
If Lillian thought Baelfire was here, she'd tear apart the whole of the town to get to him.
Baelfire rushed into their home, clutching the bean in his tightly clenched fist. "Papa!" He called, catching sight of the man spinning straw in the corner."Papa." He took the chair ebfore his father, who continued spinning, frowning. "I found it. I-I found a way for things to be like they were." Rumpelstiltskin still didn't reply, expression pained. However, this didn't deter Balefire. "I want you to come with me. I can make things right. Have you... heard of the Reul Ghorm?"
That got Rumpelstiltskin's attention. His spinning slowly stopped and he raised his gaze to meet his son's. "The Blue Star. The Blue Fairy? Oh, son, please tell me you didn't." He smiled in a self-deprecating way. "Fairy magic doesn't mix well with what I am."
"But you promised." He looked down at Baelfire's words. "She can help us. To take us to a place without magic."
"A place without magic?" Rumple scoffed and stood. "I'd be powerless. Weak."
"Like everyone else. It wouldn't matter." Bae reminded his father when the man began to pace. "We'd be happy."
Rumpelstiltskin turned back to his son, arms spread open. "We could be happy here."
"Father, please. You're getting worse. And you promised. This can work. It can." Baelfire stood, the serious expression looking out of place on his face. "You made a deal with me. Are you backing out?"
His heart sank when his father turned from him, shoulders tense beneath his tunic. However, when his father turned back to him, lips twitching, the single word that left his lips made Baelfire's heart soar.
"No."
Lillian glanced down at her phone, lips twisted into a frown. Gold hadn't called, even though it had been over three hours since he'd left her at the diner. She, of course, hadn't stayed there long and had tracked down Henry the moment she could. She had, however, watched Emma finally verbally berate Sydney for being the lying, drunken ass that he was.
While she understood Sydney couldn't really not be in love with Regina, as the woman got some strange kick out of keeping him enslaved to her will no matter what realm she was in, she also couldn't help but feel disgusted. She knew the story, even before she'd read it in Henry's book, and it made her skin crawl. And I'm in love with a boy who can't grow up. Not to mention the fact that he's got a good few centuries on me.
As Lillian awaited Gold's call, jittery and nervous, the man was leaving Archie's office. While he still didn't feel completely comfortable with confronting August, who he truly believed to be Baelfire, without Lillian present, he knew it was something that had to be done alone.
He and Bae needed to clear the air, to discuss their sordid past alone before Lillian was allowed to make her own amends with the boy, though she refused to tell him exactly what she'd done to his son that required his forgiveness. However, he'd call her once he and Bae had a chance to either reconcile or go their separate ways.
Whatever happened, he'd give Lillian her chance to see Baelfire again. It was the least he owed her.
He walked towards his cabin, watching as August looked around it. "I know who you are." He announced to the surprised looking man, who had stopped dead at his approach. "And I know what you're looking for."
August paced a few steps. "Well, then… I guess all the lying can stop… Papa."
As Lillian stared at the screen, mindlessly watching as this world's version of Peter Pan flashed before her eyes. Henry had insisted that they go through the stories of his book, though since he knew each and every one of them by heart, he'd decided that they should watch the movies this world had made of them.
While she enjoyed watching the pointy-eared, red-haired version of Peter flying around and crowing like a rooster, she was far too preoccupied to relish the ample amount of teasing material this offered her the next time she saw Peter. Gold still hadn't gotten back to her, and she had half a mind to scour the town and outlying woods for both her guardian and August to make sure they hadn't killed one another.
While he'd sent her a text a few hours ago, carefully alluding that he though August might be Bae, he'd also expressively forbidden her from interfering for the time being. Bae probably wouldn't be too happy with Gold anyway... Lillian shifted, careful of Henry laying limply across her lap. Despite his resolve to stay awake, he'd conked out within the first twenty minutes.
As the movie wore on and as she wrinkled her nose at the portrayal of 'Princess Tiger Lily' - she'd hated that nickname when Peter had given it to her - and Wendy's whole character itself, her head shot up when the door creaked open. As the soft clack of heels came from the hallway and, when Regina peeked her head around the corner to smile at them in a strained manner, Lillian gratefully helped the woman get Henry upstairs and into bed before fleeing from the house.
As she stalked down the street, her phone rang loudly in the darkness and she nearly ripped it apart trying to answer it.
"What happened? Was it Bae? Where is he?"
"It wasn't him." Gold answered tiredly, disappointment coloring his tone. "Our friend wanted the dagger in an attempt to bring magic back prematurely, so that he could heal himself from an illness."
Lillian's blood ran cold, her excitement dying with every syllable that left Gold's lips. As he finished his explanation, she snapped the phone shut so hard the screen cracked and strode off down the street. It took her little time to reach the inn, and even less time to end up in front of August's door. Despite knowing this could come back to bite her in the ass, especially in Regina realized that she had her memories, Lillian knocked her knuckles smartly against the aged wood.
When August answered the door to see an enraged Lillian standing behind it, he prepared for the worst. What he didn't prepare for, was for the clenched fist colliding with his jaw and knocking him onto his back. Without missing a beat, Lillian followed him, planting herself on his chest and grabbing hold of the lapels of his leather coat.
"If you ever pull what you did tonight, your illness will be the least of your worries." She threatened darkly, feeling something twist deep inside her as she did so.
August nodded rapidly, wide eyed, and remained on the floor even after she'd released him, stood, and stalked out of the room. Whatever doubts he'd harbored about Lillian remembering their past, they were all gone now. Clearly, the teen was all too aware of the fact that they were Cursed and of who she'd once been.
He couldn't tell, however, if that made his job to get Emma to believe harder or easier.
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