“So tell me your plan,” Bo demanded in a voice sharp and bitter with anger, “or the truth!” Resentment boiled in Bo’s blood and started a heavy churning in her gut. In that moment, Bo didn’t know what she wanted. She didn’t know if she wanted to kiss Lauren or walk out on her, if she wanted Lauren to kiss her or walk out on her. But in that moment, all Bo wanted was the one person she knew she couldn’t have, couldn’t tempt, and couldn’t deserve. And if she couldn’t have Lauren, then she wished, desperately, that she could at least stop wanting her.

“I had to make you believe it if I was going to make the Morrigan believe it!” there was a desperation in Lauren’s words, a powerful need in the rising tone and inflection of her voice for Bo to believe her and understand. But Bo didn’t have time, she didn’t have time to understand, even if she did believe, and she didn’t need Lauren’s excuses. She never did. The tension in the room had risen to an unbearable degree, and Bo strode across the room to her, wanting, for the briefest of moments to leave and put all this drama behind her, because right now, this was too much.

“Oh, I can’t even hear this right now,” she breathed, and the distance between her and Lauren closed, “there’s too much going on! Kenzi is hurting so badly and where were you?!” her voice rose with every word until she was almost shouting, and Lauren drew away, the tension between them live and electric and tenable with the resentment they shared.

“Playing around in the Dark Archives,” Bo went on, her voice softening now with the frustrated expression Lauren returned to her, “digging up shit on the man somehow intertwined with my destiny.”

Lauren’s mouth stiffened, the lines across her throat tightened and tensed, and her posture became rigid.

“So that’s it?” she nodded, her words soft, but still angry and hurt, and she gave a tight-lipped half-smile that didn’t reach her eyes and looked more like a grimace of pain to Bo, “you choose him?”

The air left Bo’s lungs. Confused, frightened, she stared at the woman she loved, trying to hold on to her anger so that the painful expression written in the lines across Lauren’s face wouldn’t crack the ice she’d packed around her raw, aching heart.