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Run – Chapter 5
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”No friends, no family,” she peered over at him, ”no offense, Trick.”
”None taken.”
”Just the same, that’s a pretty steep price tag.” Bo let her gaze circle the room, taking in the clusters of Fae feasting on the joy of being preternaturally young, almost daring time to stop by sheer exhilaration. In another time, it would have been the most natural thing for her to engage with the lot of them, to lick the sugars of life that dangled at the tip of her tongue: drinking, brawling, indulging every desire. The exuberant and sensual pleasures that might have welcomed her here were replaced by the harshness of being a party of one. Try as she might to resist the notion, she still half expected Tamsin, Hale, Dyson, and Kenzi to appear at any second only to have that hope dashed and dashed again. Her present situation may have made the most powerful of all Fae but it also gifted her the loss of the people she loved most and a life bereft of happiness. That she felt such self-pity only aggravated her more. If time could stand still then she’d want to go backwards and have it stop when Kenzi loved her and Lauren still lived, and contentment rested in the palm of her hands. But there are no do-overs for humans or Fae or even in Bo’s case, the Queen of them all.
Trick caught Bo glancing about the room, as well as the weariness in her eyes. ”When was the last time you fed?”
She turned her back to the room. ”Last week? Maybe longer.”
”You can have the Fae of your choosing. ”
”Not interested. I’ve become more of a grab-n-go, girl. ”
”Bo, without a full feed,” Trick started before Bo cut him off.
”My energy is perfectly fine, Trick. Plus, I’m not in the badass business anymore and I employ plenty of people to get into fights on my behalf,” she laughed to herself. ”In fact, I might be getting a little soft around the edges when it comes to hand-to-hand combat.”
”Oh, the good old days,” he teased her.
After her victory in closing the portal to hell, Bo’s focus turned to the great work, as her advisors called it: listening to one lobbyist after the next. She refereed between bickering council members to exhaustion. She would have given her royal right arm to be back with Kenzi, solving Fae crimes by day and drinking and making love to Lauren by night. The idea of feeding off others filled her with a taste as bitter as ash. Not feeding kept her in a steady yet mild state of lethargy, fueling her one desire: to be left alone. Trick inquired if the royal physician that attended her was aware of Bo’s feeding habits. ”Yes, and she gave me a clean bill of health, and thanks to the injections Lauren created for me, I’m fine. And before you say anything Trick, I do have a steady supply of the serum. You can stop worrying.”
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ah poor bo now that’s shes queen why not hire someone to find kenzi and by finding kenzi she will be reunited with lauren.