While Tom was thankful to have his keys back, he wasn’t ready to leave her just yet. “I can’t do that. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone, especially not after you just lost consciousness. I’m staying at least until you eat something and increase your intake of fluids.” He sat back on his heels once more, his hands folded around the keys in his lap. “You can’t convince me otherwise. Now let’s get some water in you,” he smiled, despite the grimness of the overall situation. Tom reached into the duffel and pulled out a few bottles of water, cracking the first open and handing it to her.
Cara had no intention of telling the man the truth about what had happened to Lilah and subsequently to her; she did everything she could to avoid dragging innocent human beings into the supernatural world. She did, however, have to figure out the best way to scare him off for his own safety. So she said, “The man who did this to Lilah, who turned my own weapon around on me… I stopped him, but there are others. There will always be others. You’re not safe with me.” Then he was passing a bottle of water off to her, and she half sat up, using the arm on her good side to support her as she took a drink of water.
“There’s always going to be others, and I know that. It’s not going to stop me from helping people,” Tom said matter-of-factly. “I’m never really safe, anyway,” he added, remembering his first encounter with the supernatural and the existence of witches and dopplegängers, not to mention that he was a supernatural being himself. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve learned about in the last few years. Things I thought were only in scary stories I was told as a kid,” he rummaged through the duffel as he spoke, looking for a granola bar or some sort of food.
