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Run – Chapter 11
Being a succubus carried no immunity from the dread of night, the fatigue of loneliness—in Bo’s case, it held the absolute opposite: the penultimate guarantee of a miserable heart. Her reunion with Lauren went nothing how she imagined—actually, until this moment, she wasn’t sure what she expected to happen; certainly not this, watching Lauren retreat from her as if she carried the plague. If not for the pain, Bo would have chased after her. The doctor must have spiked her IV, for Bo fell into a hard and dreamless sleep within moments of her leaving. It could have been only minutes or even hours when Bo awoke to Tamsin poking her good shoulder.
”Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You think you could rally for about five minutes?”
Her eyes fluttered as she tried to get her bearings. Bo’s stomach roared. ”Where’s Lauren?”
Tamsin wrapped her arms around Bo’s shoulders to help her sit up. ”Worry about that later. You need to get up.”
”What for?” Bo flexed her left hand with a little more freedom and a lot less pain.
”They got us a little bungalow. We’re roomies.”
”And Dyson and Bruce?”
”They’re on the other side of the wall. Boys with boys, girls with girls.”
Bo offered a lopsided grin. ”Just like camp.”
”Wait ’til you see this place. You’ll wish you were in camp.”
After changing into a cotton tunic and matching loose-fitting pajama pants, Bo, with the help of Tamsin, hobbled from their bunkhouse to the main building. That’s where she found Kenzi dominating the kitchen. She wielded the world’s largest cleaver in her hand and had been making quick work of a pile of raw vegetables on a thick, circular woodblock the diameter of a large wheel of Parmigiano. Kenzi barely lifted her head to acknowledge Bo entering her space. She owned the chopping block with the precision of a surgeon and the speed of a locomotive. Pointing at a nearby chair with the cleaver, Kenzi motioned for Bo to sit. ”If you’re going to skulk around here, then at least do it where I can see you.”
Tamsin eased Bo onto a folding chair, said a few words, and left.
Bo watched Kenzi spin through the kitchen like a tornado, clanging utensils and banging pots, flipping the contents of a sizzling frying pan with preternatural ease. It delighted her to see Kenzi healthy, glowing, and in charge of her surroundings. Then it struck her: Kenzi didn’t have a stitch of black clothing on her body. Bo couldn’t help but laugh.
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topcat says
That was fantastic you had me worried for a while there I didn’t think you were going to put them back together when they left I thought that was it but the end was just perfect I really enjoyed this story and I hope you post something soon.