"Sell Me The Lie"

                                    

                                          
** TW: Toxic smut idk ... if you've read this much of the series, you already know what to expect, yes? **
His arms still gripped tightly around me, Tom and I suddenly appeared together in a darkened room. Shaking my head in lingering disbelief, he pushed me away roughly, dismissively.
Regaining my footing and wheeling back around towards him, I straightened up and snarled, "WHY?!"
A rage-inducing chuckle, "... Because we are bonded."
Arms crossing, I fought back the urge to cry as I tried again, "And where?!"
Where, not when, because I know for a fact we haven't time travelled - if we had, I would've experienced something similar to what I'd felt with Sal
No
No time travel
He's merely apparated us. 
When he didn't respond, I stomped my foot against the floorboards, my agitation unbearable, "WHERE, Thomas?!"
His reply came as a disinterested whisper, "Far enough away that he won't be able to find us. Yet still in this wretched time because that's the absolute last thing he'll expect. He'll assume that we've travelled back to our own time."
Shaking my head at the implications of this, I forced myself to meet Tom's gaze, "So what, we'll stay here then?"
Here, in 1922?
"Yes, that's exactly what we're going to do, Little Seer."
A pause now as my mind continued to race, though I felt as though my head were being held underwater. The shock of Tom's sudden appearance and my abduction - my second abduction at his hand - interfered with my ability to think clearly. 
Finally, I sighed defeatedly, "... How?"
How did you find me?
At this, Tom's eyes lit up, "Ahhh. Finally, a worthy question."
"And the answer?"
"You tell me."
Leaning forward, I gritted my teeth hatefully, "If I knew, I wouldn't very well ask, now would I?"
But Tom just smirked, "... Never really a bright one, were we?"
"Fuck you. Tell me how."
Chuckling to himself, he reached into his jacket pocket. Pulling out my wand, he dangled it teasingly, "... Now is it becoming a bit more clear? Or are we still painfully slow on the uptake?"
"You ... you charmed my wand?"
My wand -
He put a spell on my wand before he gave it back to me 
That's why he gave it back to me in the first place
He's been tracking me through my wand 
That's how he found us at the cottage and here
Pocketing it, he shook his head with unmistakable annoyance, "Took you forever to use it though. What, did you forget you're a witch? Are you really THAT stupid?"
His jabs aside, I shook with rage. Rage brought on more by my own self-loathing than by him.
Because ...
You mean to tell me 
That I used my wand to cast a completely useless spell
And that's how I summoned him back?!