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Run – Chapter 11
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She felt it.
A presence watching, giggling, circling Bo from above or within the trees; she couldn’t tell. All of Bo’s senses stopped in high alert. Out of habit, she grabbed for the dagger strapped to her thigh, only to remember she hadn’t worn it since their arrival in Siem Reap.
”Who’s there?” she called into the darkness, her eyes searching in the shadows. ”Lauren?”
”I breathe and the leaves flutter.” Bo heard the murmurs of a seductress. A misty swirl of gold enveloped the space, a shimmering tornado that slowly took the soft outline and curves of a female, steaming with an air of desire irresistible, even to a succubus.
”You’re Fae?” Bo managed to get onto her feet.
”To some, a Fae. To others, a goddess. I am the song in the wind, I am the eyes in the shadows. You and your companions sensed me the moment you entered the grove. Do you remember?”
Bo stepped closer, strangely, not feeling afraid so much as curious. ”It was you who stopped the bus.”
Bo narrowed her eyes at the spirit: liquid hair, round cheeks, lips as full as berries, eyes that shimmered like an endless sea. She moved close enough for Bo to weaken from the heat of her golden skin.
”I’ve been watching the healer,” the spirit hovered, ”and you, Ysabeau.”
Bo stepped back, the spirit’s sudden familiarity unnerving her.
”Succubus unaligned…” The spirit’s voice entranced Bo. ”You are known.”
”What do you want from Lauren?”
”What do you want from her?”
”She is special to me,” Bo swayed, light-headed and euphoric.
”She is indeed special, to many. She is the light of the light. We have known about her since she ran…from you.”
Bo swallowed hard. ”You brought her here?”
”She chose us. But, I will not lie. There were messengers sent along the way. For generations, these lands were plagued by genocide. My kind fled or stayed behind to die. We feed on what mortals call the milk of human kindness—which the doctor has brought back to us.”
”You mean you’re using her.”
”No more than you,” the spirit answered, her voice sweet and smooth.
”That isn’t true.”
”Yet, you want to take her back. And what kind of life do you expect her to have if she returns with you?” said the spirit, pulling away. ”The healer is human. Someone will always try to own her…even you.”
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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.