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Run – Chapter 7
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“You know what? I think we’re done here.”
Vex spun towards her and took slow steps back to the threshold of the flat, coming within inches of her body. “It’s not what you’re thinking, love,” he insisted.
She bared her teeth, snapping, “Don’t you touch me, ever.”
Vex stepped into the landing but not before Lauren grasped his elbow.
“What are you doing?! This rat needs to leave!” Kenzi didn’t expect this.
Lauren mouthed to Kenzi, “I said to trust me.” Turning to Vex, “I want to know why you’re really here.”
Vex stood still, glanced at Kenzi then back at Lauren.
“Answer me, Vex.” Lauren’s impatience punctured the silence.
“Invite me for brunch and I’ll tell you the whole sordid tale, all right? Every little smidgen,” he smiled. “Okay, pigeon?”
Kenzi narrowed her eyes at Lauren before storming out of the living room. They watched her go. Vex smirked, “Lover’s quarrel?”
Lauren shoved Vex not-so-gently past the landing onto the top steps. “Don’t mistake any of what I’m about to say to you as friendship…but if you hurt Kenzi another inch, so help me I will find a way to kill you. If I can take down the Morrigan, you’ll be a cake walk.”
The coldness in her voice humbled him immediately, and Vex nodded.
Lauren continued. “Good. Tomorrow. Two o’clock. No one wakes for breakfast around here. So do not show up a second sooner or later.” Without waiting for an answer, she slammed it with such force she half expected the door to fall off its hinges.
Their first impressions of their flat in Barcelona were the same: it was a few fleas and a couple of threads shy of being a dump. The building tilted at a slight angle on an alley within the shadow of another shadow, forgotten by time, maybe, but alive and well and haunted by dreams. This became evident when Kenzi and Lauren discovered a yellowing door at the rear of the galley kitchen, a doorway that led, literally, to the stars. Up a creaky stairwell and through a second door, it opened to a private terrace with a cushioned ledge that wrapped around the square perimeter of the roof. Kenzi and Lauren had found a rusty bistro table on the street and hauled it up the five flights plus the one more, just to get it up here. When not touring the city by foot, they often rushed back in spite of any fatigue just to sit in their private aerie and allow time to pass them by as the streets of Barcelona rumbled and sang and pulsed below. They did not speak of the future or the past. They simply marveled at the quiet and how, when one squinted rightly, the twinkling lights of the ships anchored in the harbor shimmered against the rippling sea and shone like constellations to rival the ones floating against the velvet sky above. It had been on this very roof that Kenzi introduced Lauren to dime store romance novels (which became an obsession for Lauren and her mission to find in English when they strolled the book stalls of Els Encants) and the same roof where Kenzi—to Lauren’s surprise—won their inaugural backgammon tournament and enabled Kenzi to reclaim the good mattress, the one without the sagging middle and the angry springs.
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that was great but why didn’t they at least ask vex some questions if it was safe to return if bo was alive it just seemed strange.