The man took a seat next to a person at the bar, ordered a drink and turned around to scan the scene.
It was just, when the bartender brought the drink and left him to his privacy, as the deep voice of the inconspicuous person next to him sounded.
„It's the girl on the couch."
The man's head turned shortly and then back again.
„What's with the other one?"
"It will be taken care of her…"
"Hm." The man nodded. "When?"
Now it was up to the other person in the hood to move. So it raised from the chair, picked some money out of the pocket and throw it on the desk. While leaving this ground, it was temped to look at the woman one more time, but resisted finally. As it passed by it just said: "Soon."
Later this night Lauren sat in her room and looked around in complete silence.
Her eyes narrowed by the darkness and her skin cooled by the drink in her hand.
That's it. The war was over, the Garuda defeated. Bo was somewhere out there with her friend Kenzi, may be still celebrating…Lauren smiled bitterly and swung the glass with the ice cubes several times before she took a sip of the burning fluid. She gulped when the sip hit her throat.
She knew, she has to make a decision and she was running out of time.
Her look wandered to the spot on the ground which was barely seen at the new moons night. But that wasn't necessary at all. She knew it was there. And always will be. As a memory, painfully filled with tears of sadness. When Nadia died, it was a goodbye to an old life with its old love and responsibilities. And it's been her new life with that new love, that killed it. In a way … she was thankful for that. She loves Bo. But she also loved Nadia enough to took care of her. She was a wonderful woman who deserved so much more, than she had given to her.
Back in here, she heard the sound of her last breaths, tasted the salt of her own tears… than again she swallowed hard…she came to stand and walked over to the place where Bo's dagger hit Nadias body. The blood remained as an echo on the stone.
It became a symbol. A symbol that her life as it was now, was a lie.
They promised her protection and support for her servitude. Even though she was just a slave they at least respected her for her mind. She could be useful – help and yes she was even grateful to got the opportunity to work on a cure for Nadia, what came out, was actually a curse and it all have been caused by the old Ash.
She took another sip of her glass.
There were steps. Lauren listened carefully. Who could that be? Bo? No! Guards of light fae. Already? Unlikely. No one knew she was in here. And by the way, there are no guards in the building.
Lauren shook her head in disbelief. May be just another wave of paranoia.
She would answer it by another sip of the drink. For a moment she allowed herself to close her eyes. Feeling the lack of sleep in her body. When she opened her eyes again she became aware of a movement in the corner of her room. "Hello?" Bo? Is that you?" She took a step forward. "Bo, if this is you I am really not in the mood for this..." But silence was the only answer she got. Lauren smiled to herself. She probably was going to get insane. The blond rubbed the bridge of her nose and head to the light switch, when something hold her back. She turned to figure out what it was but felt a presence in front of her and when she looked up there were eyes - as dark as the night was. "What the hell..." Lauren started to say. The next thing she noticed was the smell of something sharp causing little stitches in her nose. She heard the glass drop off of her hand and burst on the floor before she lost consciousness.
"She will be fine!" A man's voice said. "I know!" The person in the hood looked at the numb body. Wiping a strand of hair out of her lovely face. "I bring her back! You remove all the traces."
"As you wish."