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Run – Chapter 5
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”Really, don’t hold back Lauren. Tell me what you really want, what you really really want.”
”Will it make you uncomfortable? You don’t have to go.”
Kenzi sighed. ”No, Lauren. We’re Team Human. Where you go, I go. Just don’t ask me to tip anything or anyone. My hands stay clean and yours you just keep to yourself…or some hot go-go señorita of your choosing.”
“Here’s the thing, Kenzi,” Lauren sat up. “This life of ours…it’s day by day, isn’t it? I mean, seriously, the Fae can nab us anytime, anywhere—and what have we been doing? Living like cave people…”
“Cave what?”
“You know what I mean. Aren’t you exhausted from being on guard all the time? Of holding back out of fear?”
“What’s gotten into you?”
Lauren smiled a little to herself. ”Nothing…yet. And that’s my point. There’s always going to be someone right behind us and we’ll always be looking over our shoulder. We’re hiding out. We’re not dead, and I’m tired of feeling so—”
“Depressed? Isolated?”
”Sad!” Lauren threw up her arms. “It’s time to indulge in pleasures of the Babylonian kind,” she smirked. She lay back on the chair, rolling the towel up to use as a headrest. Kenzi noticed calm radiating from her flushed cheeks. It bewildered her but this was Team Human. They were free and unclaimed. Experience taught her that all luck, good or bad, eventually runs out. Maybe Lauren was right and even if she wasn’t, there was bound to be alcohol. Lots and lots of it.
“Fun it is, Hotpants. Take me to Babylon.”
The first time Bo uttered the charm she had been skeptical. Then, Kenzi bounced into the room itself and Bo’s senses were assaulted by the very seemingly real and physical presence of her best friend. Bo heard the loud decibels of the stereo as Kenzi held the black hairbrush close to her mouth and sang into it like a microphone. She smelled the ginger soap Kenzi used, and when she danced within inches of her, Bo jumped back to avoid a collision. Bo called Kenzi’s name and reached out to touch her; Kenzi stayed in motion, unaware that she had an audience. She shimmied with abandon, her glee palpable. A phone rang and Kenzi dropped the hairbrush to answer it, and the vision ended. Bo was back in the present, alone in the living room, and aware she’d been caught in the tide of a life-sized dream.
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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.