Open your eyes, Lauren. She could hear her own voice ordering her inside her head. She tried to lift her eyelids, but they were too heavy. Finally, she slowly blinked once, then again with more force until the room came into focus.

Head ringing, she tried to move, but her arms and legs were tied in place. Panic rose from her stomach, clawing throughout her body. She fell back against the chair, willing herself to calm down.

"So you are finally awake."

The familiar voice came from behind her, and everything clicked in her drowsy mind. The entire scene came back to her, and she remembered. Lachlan. She craned her neck around, trying to see him.

Lachlan appeared on her right. "I didn't think you'd ever wake up."

Lauren's head swam, and dizziness overtook her, her eyes drifted closed.

"Wakey, wakey, Dr. Lewis," Lachlan said, slapping Lauren on the cheek a few times.

Lauren blinked slowly, as her eyes focused on Lachlan, who was crouched in front of her.

Lauren licked the crust from her lips, wondering what he'd injected her with and where she was being held. "Kidnapping? How very pedestrian." She said. Speaking the words out loud startled her physically. Dizziness threatened to topple her, but she breathed slowly, willing it away.

Sardonic laughter escaped him, bouncing off the walls around her. "Funny." He leaned in her face. "For a woman tied to a chair."

Despite being kidnapped, she was determined to keep her dignity and not let anything deter her from her task of helping Bo. "Well, am I supposed to be afraid? I know this world is fake." She said, rolling her eyes.

"And you think what happens here doesn't affect your world?" He pushed to his feet, with an exasperated growl. "So naïve."

Deliberately calm, Lauren blew out a breath. "I'm really not in the mood for the villain's monologue, can we get on with it?"

Lachlan's lips twitched into a sneer. "The dead talk to you, because you're dead yourself."

Lauren's heart pounded in her chest, pondering that revelation. Steeling her nerves, and resisting the distraction that nagged at her focus, she shot back. "Yeah, right."

His sneer faded, and he cocked his head. His eyes bore into her, and Lauren saw a glimpse of death reflected in them. "Do you think a human could enter the temple without consequences?" He asked at last.

Her mind raced, darting back and forth through everything that had happened since her awakening. She dug her fingers into the chair but kept her voice and eyes leveled. There was no way she was going to let the temple twist her mind. "I wouldn't even want to postulate, nothing makes sense in Wonderland."

He laughed loudly. "Well, it's the truth. You're dead."

Numb from the last two days, Lauren couldn't wait for this latest barrage of lies to be over. Her voice caught, and it took her two tries to snap out, "Lies, all you people feed me are lies." But as she said the words icy fingers clutched her heart and she shivered.

He gave a careless one-shoulder shrug. "No. When your soul got pulled into the temple what do you think happened to your human body? Be honest with yourself, Lauren. You've already figured this part out because you're highly intelligent. That's why the temple speaks to you, and only you. Death sees death in this place."

Instantly Lauren's fury surged to the surface, hot enough to blister. Just when she started to weld the pieces of this world together, boom another revelation. But she couldn't allow herself to believe it. She knew the monsters of this world wanted to distract her, determined to feast on her doubt. But a little voice inside her told her anything was possible. "Let me be clear, I don't believe your lies. You will not get into my head. You will not manipulate me into submission."

"Tsk, Tsk." Lachlan scoffed. "Still running from the truth. The best part of all this is, Bo's decision to save Dyson's life caused your death. Funny, isn't it? In the end, she really did choose the wolf over you."

"Pretending, for a moment, I believe you about my death, which I don't, did Bo know she was making that decision?"

"Perhaps not. But can you honestly say she would have made a different choice? Faced between the loyal, safe, strong wolf and the secretive, weak, human…what would she choose?"

Without hesitation, Lauren shot back, "I guess we'll never know."

"Interesting that you answer that way."

"Bo would never choose one of her friend's lives over another. She would never make that choice. She would find another way."

"Friends? Curious choice of words." He gave a measured pause. "Maybe you're just afraid of what her real choice would be."

"Are we almost done? I need to go home and feed my cat."

"But Dr. Lewis you have no cat." Lachlan patted her cheek. The words came out with fake syrupy sweetness.

She turned her head away but he leaned forward into her face. "Do you imagine there are any flowers on your gravestone? Who, in your world, would mourn you? What life do you have to go back to? No family, no friends."

Lauren took a measured breath and raised her chin high. "You're lying. I won't play your mind games."

Lachlan displayed the look of someone whose patience had cracked but was being forcibly controlled. "The temple is not pleased with you. This place doesn't like that you've been sniffing around. But we are here to offer you a deal. Stay here. Build a life with Bo in this world. Imagine it. No feedings, no Fae. You can be together as humans, both free from all the burdens of that world. Only here will she ever belong only to you."

Lauren took a deep breath not even considering that offer for a moment. "No chance in hell would I take that deal. Who would ever make such a selfish deal? No one has the right to steal Bo's life away from her, no one." The resolute determination in her eyes backed up her words. "I would rather not have Bo, in the real world, than have her in an illusion."

In her world, Lauren was a slave to the Fae but she still vaguely recalled what it was like to be free. It was something she believed that she would taste again. Even if she could be free, in this world, with Bo, she refused to consider it. But it was a clever tactic by the temple, tempting her that way.

He knelt in front of her again, grabbing her chin and forcing it up so he could look her in the eyes. "You may come to regret that decision."

Finding her courage, she hardened her body and eyes. "Kill me or let me go. I'm done talking." She said, and it sounded convincing even to her own ears.

Lachlan stared at her a long moment, and then to her surprise, he cut her loose.

"Just remember we gave you a chance and you threw it away." He gave her a dismissive wave off.

Clutching the chair, Lauren wobbled to her feet on her own. Once standing, she stared at Lachlan. "This place can't keep the truth from Bo for long. Deep down, she knows who she is, and her true self is fighting to escape. I see it in her eyes."

"She's happy here. Why force her back into a world of pain, of death, a place where it's a constant battle for survival. To a place where the Wanderer awaits."

Lauren examined his face for a time, saying nothing.

"There's that doubt I was waiting for," He jerked his head at the door. "Now leave."

Not giving him a chance to change his mind Lauren hauled open the heavy door and raced up the stairs, following them along to freedom.

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Bo jolted into consciousness, waking from a nightmare. One so real, so intense, it left her body shaken. But all she could remember from her dream were the voices of a thousand whispers. It turned her nerves, sent chills up and down her body. The dream was gone, lost in her mind. She breathed heavily, struggling to level her mind and steady herself. She placed her hand against her chest. It was slicked with sweat, her camisole top was drenched.

Fighting her fatigue, Bo managed to roll her legs off the bed. She propped herself up and put a hand to her head, wishing her brain would wake up. She focused on her breathing and tried to remember her dream, they were coming more frequently now, more intense.

Forcing her body to move, Bo stood straight and ambled across the room to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face.

She stared into the mirror, wondering who exactly was looking back at her. She almost didn't recognize herself. Her eyes seemed distant, everything did. She was tired of feeling lost; it was like she was falling into someone else's life. And all she wanted was her nice, quiet, safe life back.

She frowned as she studied her reflection, pulling her soaked long hair back and tucking it behind her ears. She didn't know why she was worrying so much about a dream. The chances of it meaning anything were pretty slim. But, even aware of that, it didn't stop her senses from reeling as she tried to remember the details.

A noise at the door made her tense, and she stared at the water running down the sink.

Dyson pushed open the bathroom door and paused at the threshold, with a wary frown. "Bad dreams?" He asked concern tightened his eyes.

She turned the water off and reached beside her to grip the towel hanging there. "No, I'm all right." She mumbled as she dried her face.

"I still don't understand why you need to go back to your hometown," He said, trying to draw her into a real discussion.

"It's for my case. It's where the victim's from, it's the only lead we have." She put the towel back and walked past him.

Dyson caught her arm, and she frowned down at his hand. "I don't like it. I need to protect you."

Bo gave him an amused smile. "Protect me from what?"

Dyson pulled his hand back, not sure himself what he'd meant. The words had just slipped out without him thinking. "You are safest with me. I must protect you."

Bo gave him a skeptical look and turned away from him. "I don't need you protecting me. This is my job."

Dyson tracked her movements around the bedroom with his eyes. "I don't want you to go."

Bo squeezed her jaw. As different as Lauren and Dyson were, this mantra of "protecting her" seemed to be the one similar theme between them. She wished they would both understand she didn't need protection. "Well, it's my job, and I'm going," She said, yanking a clean uniform from the closet.

Dyson blocked her path back into the bathroom. "I'm sorry I upset you. I'm just a hopelessly in love doctor, standing in front of a beautiful cop, asking her to forgive him for being a protective jerk."

She knew they were normally happy together, but sometimes, it didn't feel as strong as it should. Sometimes, it felt like too many things were missing between them.

Pushing down those thoughts, Bo smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "It's fine. But I need to get ready."

"You know I love you, right? And I would do anything for you." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "My Bo."

It wouldn't do any good to stay angry with Dyson for trying so hard to make her happy. So, she smiled at him and nodded. "I know, but I'm late."

Dyson smiled but held concern in his eyes. He stepped aside, and said. "Let me know if you need any help with that."

Without responding, Bo stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She sighed as her mind drifted to Lauren. She was stupid to think about Lauren then, or at all.

She tried to control her frustration, but it wasn't easy. She could feel it rising in her every time she thought about Lauren. One wrong decision could lead to a thousand more, and she couldn't make another mistake with Lauren.

After a few moments more, she snapped herself back to the present and hurried to the shower.

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An hour later, Bo was driving her car out of her neighborhood. She let her gaze drift around, the scenery was beautiful, with trees framing the road, immaculate houses lined up on either side of the road. Despite the gorgeousness of the view, her stomach twisted, and the first traces of uneasiness hit her, stinging her heart. As she watched the houses and her neighbors flicker past she felt an odd sense of detachment, like she didn't belong. A sharp pang of discomfort grew every second that she drove.

She pulled out into a city road. The sidewalks teemed with people strolling along, laughing, talking, moving in and out of restaurants, every one of them seemed to be having a great time. Everywhere she looked, the city pulsed with happy people, life.

Bo observed it all with a cop's eye and felt nothing. Lately, she felt as if she was trapped in an endless cycle with little direction and purpose. She tried to shift her focus, she was just tired because of her nightmares. A lack of sleep can do funny things to one's mind after all.

As she drove deeper into the heart of the city, she squeezed the wheel, cursing the restlessness that stayed tucked inside her.

Before she even pulled onto the main road out of town, her phone buzzed. Throwing her hand in the seat next to her, she picked up the phone. The screen flashed in her hand, and her heart skipped a beat. Lauren. It was too early for that. She had too many things on her mind, she didn't need to deal with Lauren.

Her finger lingered over the ignore button, for several seconds. She heaved a heavy sigh and clicked the talk button. "Dennis," She answered, mild irritation exposed in her voice. But curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she wanted to know why Lauren was calling her.

"Bo," Lauren breathed into the phone.

Her heart stopped. With one word she could hear the desperation, and need in her voice.

"What's up?" She asked, trying to act like she wasn't affected by her voice.

"Where are you?" Lauren murmured hastily into the phone.

Bo frowned at the phone, and immediately regretted her decision to answer. "Leaving town. I'm going to Grimley, remember?" She reminded her.

Silence came over the phone, seemingly dragging on for minutes.

"Can you come by my place, first?" Lauren asked, her voice cracked.

Bo's jaw worked back and forth as she grinded out her response between her teeth. She held her breath and counted to ten and then blew it out.

"I need you," Lauren spoke again, resignation in her voice. "Please."

Bo thought about that, and her mind swam with concern and confusion.

"Okay. I'll be right over." Bo told her. She wanted to refuse, but something in Lauren's voice kept her from denying her.

"Thank you," Lauren said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Bo ended the call. Partners. Her partner needed her. That was the most prominent reason why she had agreed to go to her. There were other reasons lingering in her mind, but she ignored those.

At the next light, Bo took a u-turn heading back to Lauren. It wasn't personal. It was business, they were partners, after all.

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"This better have something to do with our case," Bo said without a word of greeting. No warmth in her voice, it was hard and professional.

For a few seconds, all they did was stare at each other in thick and heavy silence. The wall between them seemed to have grown.

Moments ticked by, Lauren was putting off what she didn't want to say. Apparently, Bo had decided to come over with guns blazing. Lauren worried she was in no state of mind for her to try and win her over.

Lauren gazed directly at her, unflinching, measuring Bo's every expression. She studied her for so long Bo started to feel like a specimen under a microscope.

"Come in," Lauren said at last, opening the door wide.

The quiet, tender tone of Lauren's voice buoyed her frustration. Without a word, Bo stepped past Lauren into the apartment. She turned and folded her arms over her chest. She sighed, overly aware of Lauren's compassionate eyes.

"Are you okay?" Lauren asked, her face serious. Her eyes searched Bo's face as if looking for a wound to heal.

Something inside Bo did ache, a small, invisible wound she couldn't define. "No actually," She said sharply. "I am having ex-girlfriend problems." Her cold façade broke and her eyes softened. It only lasted a second. By the time Lauren blinked, her expression was set and cold once more. "An ex that won't listen or go away." She was already getting riled up just standing near Lauren.

That invisible distance was, even more, present than the last time they were together. Lauren hated that. Hated that Bo could be so close and yet so distant.

"Come on, Bo. Don't. I have something to tell you." She sighed, knowing it wasn't going to be easy to get Bo to believe her.

"Okay. I'm listening." She looked at Lauren, expectantly. Lauren's eyes seemed to hold dark secrets, which she often glimpsed when their eyes met. It sometimes made her wonder what she was hiding. Bo let her musings fade and gave Lauren a hard look.

"What if I told you that there are truths about this world hidden in this case?"

Lauren's tone was gentle, but Bo sensed an agenda behind the question. Her heart slammed against her chest, trying to burst free. Deep down, she suspected the emotional wall she'd built prevented her from thinking clearly about anything related to Lauren. She tipped her head to the side. "What does that mean?"

Lauren cringed and planned her words, carefully. She weighed how much to tell her. "There's a larger mystery going on behind these murders." Each word seemed to tear a new hole, in Lauren's heart, leaving her feeling hollow. She wondered if she should just tell Bo everything. She shook her head, abruptly. She wasn't thinking clearly.

Bo squeezed the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes and began pacing. "You're keeping secrets, again." The irritation was clear in her voice, she didn't turn to look at her. "If you know something just tell me." Her shoulders slumped as if she had deflated.

Lauren's stomach sank. She looked away, so that they both had their backs to each other. "We're all taught that the supernatural, things of myth, don't really exist. But the truth is that they do exist. Not everyone is alike. And someone is keeping that truth hidden in this world."

Those words were not what Bo expected. She jerked around and stared at Lauren's back. "You sound crazy." She folded her arms and rocked on her heels, waiting.

"I know this is hard for you to accept." Slowly, Lauren turned around to face her. "I'm not asking you to believe me, yet. But only to be open to the possibility that it could be true."

"What does this have to do with me?" A chuckle slipped from her lips as she replayed Lauren's words. "You want to believe in fairy tales, go ahead."

"It has everything to do with you." Lauren's keen eyes punctuated her point.

Bo shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Next, you're going to tell me that magical spirits forced you to break up with me."

"No, I take responsibility for my part in that."

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

"You can't always hold the past against me. You've made mistakes, too, Bo. I'm not the only one! So, stop blaming me for everything. I left you, but honestly, you were gone way before I ever left."

"Stop it, Lauren!" Bo warned, angrily. "Don't go down that road." Bo just wanted to punch something. She stormed across the room in a fury. Even though they weren't romantically involved, Lauren still had that same pull that she always had. Lauren unnerved her like no one ever could.

Pressing her fingers to her temples, Lauren shook her head back and forth. "Okay, I'm sorry. That's not why I asked you here."

The silence between them dragged on as they stared at each other from across the room. The tension was thick and unmistakable.

"Why am I here?" Bo finally asked, searching Lauren's face for the answers.

Wordlessly, Lauren walked up to Bo, so close, no more than a few inches from her body. Her hand covered Bo's, and Bo could feel her warmth radiating off her. She took her hand in hers, and Bo's eyes went wide in surprise.

Lauren placed Bo's fingertips on her neck. "Do you feel that?" She whispered.

Bo's pulse skyrocketed as her fingertips slowly glided over Lauren's warm skin. "A small bump." She swallowed and cast her eyes around the room, battling the sudden wave of conflicting emotions that swept through her.

Lauren kept her fingers on Bo's hand. "I was kidnapped last night because I discovered the truth and they're trying to stop me. It's all connected to these murders."

Bo stroked the mark on Lauren's neck, as her words sank in. "Kidnapped?" Bo's gaze shifted to Lauren and softened. "By whom?"

They both fell silent for a moment, and then Lauren spoke, "By the people that don't want the truth to get out."

Warmth and sympathy enfolded Bo, supplanting the cold tension from earlier. "Are you okay?"

Lauren shook her head, staring directly at Bo. She regarded Bo with an expression that was both tender and miserable. "No."

Bo stared back into her eyes, refreshing her memory of every fleck of brown in her eyes. "Did they hurt you?"

Lauren blinked slowly to stave off any tears. "No."

"But you're not okay," Bo whispered. She stared down at Lauren's chest, watching as it rose and fell with her breaths, mesmerized by their closeness.

"Nope." Lauren slid her fingers away from Bo's hand and cupped her cheek. "I haven't been okay in a very long time. I was lost, but I'm starting to find myself, again."

Bo closed her eyes, her arms fell to her sides, and she leaned into Lauren's hand. The warm pressure of her fingers almost undid her, filling her with unexpected pleasure.

"Will you keep an open mind about all this," Lauren's quiet voice trembled. She moved forward, so their lips barely grazed, with a soft puff of air into Bo's mouth, she spoke again. "Please."

Lauren's breath was hot on her face, and Bo was sure she'd stopped breathing. If Lauren moved any closer, they would be kissing, and it made her senses buzz.

A shiver of desire shot into Bo, and her lips fell open. That feeling caused resentment to blaze in her chest, and abruptly, she stepped back and the moment evaporated. "I assure you," She slipped back into her cop voice with a commanding edge, "We will conduct a thorough investigation. I can't stop you from chasing after the creatures of the night, but I plan on solving this case in reality."

Realizing she'd pushed things too far, Lauren stepped further back from Bo. None of it was easy. What they had shared, in their world, wasn't the kind of everyday passion that most people found. It was beyond that, it was unbridled passion and it flooded her whenever Bo looked at her or was near her. Whatever problems they had, whatever distance had begun to grow in their relationship, that passion never wavered, and Lauren knew it never would. But that was her world, and things were different here.

"One thing we've learned on this job is that people and things are rarely what they seem. Why is this any different?" Lauren asked, earnestly.

Bo glanced down at her hands that seemed to burn with the memory of Lauren's skin beneath them. That incensed her more than Lauren's words. With a quick headshake she dislodged those thoughts and she spat out, "Well, you are right, that people are often not what they seem." She gave Lauren a meaningful once over.

"Dammit, Bo! Why don't you take off your blinders? I'm not the bad guy, here. Just because I left you doesn't mean I'm lying about this. You're so angry with me that you won't even look at this with an open mind." She sighed, wearily. She had no energy left to fight, it was too much over a short period of time. She rubbed her forehead, trying to ease the throbbing in her head, the persistent ache that seemed to be growing more intense.

Lauren looked so drained that Bo started to go to her, but she planted her feet instead. Why did she still want to comfort her, to touch her? She closed her eyes and tried to shove away the ache in her chest.

When Bo opened her eyes, Lauren stepped close to her. "You can hate me, but I'm telling you the truth."

Tension wrapped around Bo's heart and squeezed. She didn't hate Lauren, she could never hate her, even when she wanted to. The look in Lauren's eyes compelled her to surrender. "I'll give you the chance to show me some proof."

Getting Bo to believe the existence of the supernatural was going to be difficult enough. The rest of it, her Dawning, the temple, and the strange tale that led them to this place seemed nearly impossible. She opted to start with the truth about Bo herself. "Okay," In a slow, graceful move Lauren took Bo's hand, resting it on top of her palm.

Lauren's touch was light, warm and it sent a flicker of sensations surging up Bo's arm. Her feelings were in chaos, her heart beating hard and fast.

Lauren hesitated a moment and then covered Bo's hand with her other hand. "You are a succubus, Bo," She told her, hoping that saying the words out loud would spark some kind of intuitive understanding in Bo. "But your heart drives you to be a protector of strangers and those you love."

Bo's brows pinched and then she barked out nervous laughter. "I know, I'm talented in bed, but a succubus really, Lauren? Have you been smoking something?" Her expression shifted to one of annoyed confusion.

Lauren's mind drifted back to the first time she told Bo she was a succubus. The seriousness faded from Lauren's eyes, and she almost smiled. Almost. "It's true." Her expression shifted back to concern and sincerity. "I have a feeling that power is locked inside you."

Bo couldn't bring herself to believe any of this was true. "Lauren, you really are crazy. What did they inject you with?" Bo tried to pull back her hand, but Lauren tightened her hold, keeping Bo's hand locked in between her hands.

"Close your eyes and concentrate. Succubi have the power to influence another person's emotions and desires through touch, focus on that." Lauren's tone firmed with conviction. "You need to be awoken as I was."

Bo started to argue but merely huffed and tapped her foot. Her stubborn streak remained with her even in this place. But Lauren was as insistent as Bo was stubborn.

Lauren continued, undeterred by Bo's attitude. "You wanted proof." Her words came out almost breathlessly. "Try to clear your mind."

Frustration bounced around Bo's already tense insides. She drew a long breath, held it a few seconds in a vain attempt to regain control of her temper, and then exhaled slowly.

She stared into Lauren's light brown eyes, lost in the force of them. The room suddenly felt very hot, then, something peculiar roused inside her, and a shiver of awareness shot down her spine, and she stiffened. The sensation passed within a half-second, leaving nothing but emptiness and bewilderment.

"I'm not ready," The words came out of Bo, slipping freely from her lips. She wasn't even sure what she meant by those words, but she felt in her gut it was the truth. "Don't make me do this." The note of nervousness in her voice equaled the one in her heartbeat.

Lauren released her hand and cupped her cheeks in her palms, tilting her head up to meet her eyes. "Did you feel something?"

Tearing her eyes away from Lauren, she shook her head quickly. "No," She said but realized that was a lie. She had felt something, maybe, she was still puzzled about it.

"We can go slowly," Lauren said, softly.

Bo's chest grew heavy with indecision. She decided to stick with denial. "I know you don't want to hear this, Lauren, but someone's playing a practical joke on you, or they injected you with some hallucinogenic drugs. There's no such thing as the supernatural. And I'm not a succubus. Don't you think I would know something like that about myself?"

Questions were a good sign, Lauren thought. At least, she was thinking about it, and not shutting down into a catatonic state or something. "Not if someone's working to keep the truth from you. You must feel something, a sense that you are in danger even when there is no imminent threat."

A distant look filled Bo's eyes and then cleared, turning heated. "Right, the boogeyman, I forgot, and he only speaks to you. Convenient."

Losing patience, Lauren's head tilted back and she spoke to the ceiling. "You are the most hardheaded, frustrating…"

Those words sent a jolt of anger through Bo. She stormed past Lauren, heading to the door. "You tell me I'm a succubus, and I'm just supposed to believe you?" She grabbed the door handle and yanked it open hard. "We're cops Lauren we need proof, evidence, hard facts. And you, my dear, aren't the most reliable source of information."

Bo held her gaze, cool and steady, watching the hurt ripple in Lauren's eyes, and felt guilty for it, but on some warped level, it satisfied her at the same time.

Lauren sighed to release her hurt and reminded herself that none of this was Bo's fault. It was the temple. "We're running out of time." She could see she'd pushed Bo to her breaking point." I need you to trust me."

Bo cocked her head and shot her an accusing look. "Why are you doing this?"

A hint of fear surfaced on Lauren's expression in a swell that only Bo could detect. "Because it's the truth." Her voice dipped to a low whisper. "And because I love you."

Bo's heart raced, thumping erratically in her throat, and she wondered if Lauren was just manipulating her emotions with her confession. Lauren's words kept repeating in her mind and with each repetition, she felt more exasperated.

Bo swallowed and blinked, slowly. Once. Twice. Three times. "I have to go. I need to get to Grimley. I'm already late."

As she stepped over the threshold, she heard Lauren ask her to stay. She ignored her call and closed the door behind her. She felt an unexplainable urge to turn back around and go to her. But as tempting as it seemed, she walked away from Lauren. And somehow it felt wrong like she was moving in the wrong direction, but that didn't stop her from walking away, anyway.

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Next chapter: Bo makes a shocking discovery when she tries to leave town.

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