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Run – Chapter 7
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Only by sheer will did Lauren buttress herself against Kenzi’s body, blocking her from charging up the few steps and across the small landing that separated her dagger from the Mesmer’s throat. They were rams locking horns, and this small space, their alpine battlefield. Lauren gripped Kenzi’s shoulders and struggled to get Kenzi to stand down. ”Please,” Lauren pleaded, ”just let me handle this.”
Kenzi continued to surge toward the front door almost toppling Lauren over. Her eyes moistened with anger and her voice rasped with rage. ”He needs to bleed.”
”Kenzi, Kenzi!” Lauren tightened her grip to shift Kenzi’s focus away from the Mesmer. Kenzi relented and touched her forehead against Lauren’s shoulders—perhaps to regain her balance, catch her breath, or, as they might possibly argue in years to come, to tame the storm threatening to burst from the back of her throat. Lauren spoke in a low voice for Kenzi and Kenzi alone to hear, ”God knows I want to rip his throat out—but that could get one or both of us killed. You’re all I have left. We’re all we have. Please.” Her voice was firm and caring. She watched Kenzi’s energy recede and her dagger return to the holster hidden at the back of her pants. “Thank you,” Lauren whispered and turned back to Vex.
Vex bit into an apple he’d been holding, smiled, genuflected with a flourish with his arms wide open, then stepped aside to let them enter.
The trio encircled each other within the cramped Serengeti of their living room. Vex found the chill of suspicion and unease entertaining, unsurprising, and it didn’t take long for their obvious enmity towards him to become tedious. All pleasantries aside, there was business to attend to. On his third or fourth pass around the furniture he plopped down onto the couch and relaxed deep into the cushions of their sofa. Kenzi kicked at his legs just as he was about to perch the scuffed heels of his boots on the pirate’s chest that doubled as a coffee table. Kenzi continued to pace the open living room, restless and feral.
“No need for you to get comfortable. You’re not staying long.” Kenzi rooted herself a few feet away from him, glaring. He eyed her intently: she exuded winter, a knobby, leafless, irritable tree whose exposed joints clawed toward Vex in anticipation of any provocation—a word, a twitch, an arrhythmic beat of his heart—anything to justify a mad swing of her limbs to mash his self-satisfied face.
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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.