Daisy wasn't going to rescue Veti. 

Veti was a big girl -- and a werewolf -- and she was [i]alive[/i], and shitty as Daisy felt about everything Veti had said back in Oz, or wherever the fuck they'd been (had she and Tiny Vamp really been all that transparent in trying to keep her on this side of the line?), she actually sort of agreed with Siya. 

Granted, she would sooner face Death and all the creepy crawlies that came with it before she admitted that. And let there be no confusion -- Tiny Vamp could be sulky and apologetic as she wanted. It wasn't like she and Daisy had ever been or would ever [i]be[/i] close. But they had been a team. Maybe not the fun kind. No rosé-filled nights of liquor and cookies and rom-coms for them. The most talking they had ever done was to explain where Veti had gone when she went. Daisy hadn't [i]liked[/i] team don't-let-Veti-do-anything-stupid...but it had worked. Not perfectly, or even well, but long enough, and now ShizoLock was a team of one and Veti was laughing again, so that was great. 

But standing there at the cusp of Death, feeling the cold flow over her, feeling the darkness scream her name...she couldn't really blame Siya for not wanting to go. If Max hadn't come back...Veti wouldn't have, either. And Daisy...well, fuck it. Max was back. So was Veti. So, Daisy's job, if she could even call it that, was done and over. 

So, no, she was going to ignore Veti and her desperate glances and furtive appeals. Veti had Max now. That was [i]his[/i] job. Wasn't it? 

Only...Daisy didn't trust whatever -- whoever -- had come back through half as far as she could throw him. Veti could only see what -- who -- she wanted to see, and the others were obligated to go along with it. But Daisy wasn't so keen to believe Death had just released its grip on Veti's prodigal beau. She knew better than that. This was the epitome of give and take, cause and effect, catch and release. This was the very worst kind of two way street. 

And, yeah, maybe she felt better seeing SchizoLock leave Veti's side. She might have even relaxed enough to comfortably go back to ogling Henry, satisfied that Tiny Vamp was keeping only mostly biased eyes on ShizoLock. 

And then Veti fucking failed at smoking whatever the hell it was the old dude pulled out of his Mary Poppins bag-o-drugs, and Daisy found herself moving toward the werewolf before she even knew she was walking. 

If she could have blushed, she would have. It wasn't like she was keen to rejoin the presence of the wight, and maybe even less so the somehow-much-more-intimidating boss-man-wolf-sister werewolf. Particularly not for this subject of discussion. 

But she'd looked away for a second -- a [i]second[/i] -- and Death had crept in. Quietly reluctant, Daisy slid in alongside Veti, scowling imperiously at the wight, though she didn't remove her attention from the conversation at hand. Tiny Vamp was busy. ShizoLock was...skeazy. Daisy thought maybe she could find it somewhere in her to [i]hate[/i] Veti. But then where would she go?