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    Run – Chapter 7

    ”No, Lauren, you’re human.” It was then that Kenzi reached for Lauren’s hand and held it.

    ”And that’s why I know, I mean, I really know Kenzi that you have choices. Pick revenge and what will it get you, us?” Lauren’s energy brightened. The squall had passed.

    ”A feel good ending?”

    Lauren squeezed Kenzi’s hand and then poured more shots, which they downed as quickly as the earlier ones.

    ”Kenzi, Vex once came between Bo and I.” They both noticed the wincing reaction to her name said aloud. ”And it stopped us for a long time from…” Her voice trailed and just as quickly, she regained her footing. ”I don’t want Vex to come between you and I, our friendship.”

    Kenzi lowered eyes, a thief caught with a bag full of jewels mid-heist and without an alibi. Her friend’s honesty made her feel ashamed and uneasy.

    ”Kenzi look at me, please,” Lauren whispered. Then, when at last, Kenzi braced herself and raised her eyes, Lauren beamed with admiration. ”You know what Vex can do…we both do. But I also know what you are made of and you are more capable than any one I’ve ever met, human or Fae. If you—if we—choose revenge, it will only destroy us in the end. And,” she smiled, ”I’m not ready for this story to be over.”

    ”Lauren, after all they’ve done to you, how can you say that? How can you be so sure?”

    As she contemplated her answer, Lauren stood and walked the few paces to the edge of the roof, the side that gave way to the horizon of the Barceloneta and the bay crowded with a dozen cruise ships and then, as if on cue, a steamer’s horn bellowed from the port reaching across their rooftops and rolling upward toward the hills.

    Turning, she found her answer. ”I don’t know, Kenzi. Maybe it’s my one weakness, optimism. I rely on science to give me answers and I can think of no science or research that can fully explain why I cannot hate them. I hate the things they did to me but I cannot bring myself to hate them.”

    ”Not once? You’ve never hated ever in your life? ”

    ”Okay, once. But that hate was reserved for myself and maybe one day I’ll tell you about it.” Lauren reminisced on her younger self, the one who had mistakenly murdered innocents through idealism and trust, the one whose sins she could never recover and for whom she would forever strive to repent. ”I have no right to make choices for you, Kenz, but I hope you can find it in your heart to trust me.”

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