Days later Tamsin had a bar fight with some random guys in the Dal. She had too much drinks and those guys were just annoying. She smashed a chair to one of them, and they fought back. She kicked their asses, but she herself was in shit too. They fled. She walked out and sat beside the backdoor to get some air.

She could taste the blood in her mouth, like the taste of water from a rusty pipe. She felt the pain from the injuries, hurting like shit. It masked the pain inside her.

That was all she wanted.

She sighed and raised her head. It was full moon again. It was already early summer. The night breeze was warm, and the moon was not that cold anymore.

Then she heard Bo's voice from behind.

" Tamsin?" Bo walked in front of her and asked, " What happened?"

" Bar fight, what does it look like?" Tamsin rolled her eyes and spit out some blood.

" I'll call Lauren."

" Not everyone needs her, you know." Tamsin smirked, " And it's just a bad, bad idea to call your girlfriend to take care of your fuck buddy."

" Well you are not Dyson. And we haven't...since she's back. She'll be ok with it."

" Really?" Tamsin stood up, with one hand pressing the wound on her chest, " She was not that ok when I told her about our kiss in Brazenwood."

" What?"

" Ah, it was such fun to watch her freaking out." Tamsin smiled, " When I told her you didn't even feed off me, she was so hurt. It was just so hilarious..."

Then she felt a sudden pain on her face.

Bo slapped her.

" Well, I guess I deserve that." Tamsin licked her lips and sneered.

Bo realized that she overacted, but she didn't apologize. She hesitated for a while, then said:" You really need to go see a doctor."

" I just need some vodka and I'll be fine." Tamsin tried to walk but she almost tripped. Bo grabbed her arm to support her, but she struggled to free herself from her. " Don't you have a girlfriend to go to?"

" Tamsin." Bo said, " At least let me help." Seeing Tamsin like this, she felt guilty of slapping her.

" No need. I don't want a damn thing from you." Tamsin said, and she walked away. She could still sense the succubus standing behind her. She forced herself not to look at her.

She lied. She wanted everything from her. She just couldn't have any.

Watching Tamsin disappeared, Bo went back inside. She sat beside the bar and poured herself a drink.

" You have something on your mind?" Trick asked her when cleaning the glasses. He noticed the look on Bo's face.

Bo shook her head, then she nodded.

" What's the matter kid?"

" I don't know." Bo finished two shots in a row.

She sat there for a while in silence, then she murmured:" God I hate her."

" Who? Lauren?" Trick was confused.

" She's such a bossy, mean bitch. And her attitude... Damn! Why am I even talking about her right now!"

" Ok, I'm guessing you are not talking about Lauren then. Who are you talking about?"

" No one." Bo rolled her eyes.

" What's wrong?"

" Nothing." Bo said, " I just hate her, hate her."

" Why do you hate her? And who is she?" Trick was really confused.

But apparently Bo was not listening to him. She squeezed the shot glass hard as if she wanted to break with her bare hand. She murmured:" She's just so...God I wish I could just..."

" Well, if you can't find a real reason, maybe you don't hate her."

" What? What do you mean?"

" Maybe you forced yourself to hate her, so you don't have to deal with your true feelings for her."

" No! I don't have any feelings for her. God, no!" Bo said.

" Bo, hate is a very strong emotional reaction. You got to have a real reason. Otherwise it's probably not hate."

" I can tell if I really hate someone ok, grandpa." Bo rolled her eyes again, and downed another drink.

" If you insist." Trick shrugged, and walked to the other side to attend other guests.

Bo just sat there in trance. So why do I hate her? Because she hates me? She asked herself. Then she realized that she had never thought about this before.

Bo thought Tamsin hated her for sure. The resentment was practically written all over her face every time they saw each other. She never stopped trying to nail her ass to the killing case. And she enjoyed every moment she had to twist her arms or to pin her to the wall. She also knew exactly what to say and how to say it to piss her off.

But every time she needed someone, Tamsin was always there. She was the one who freed her and helped her to find Kenzi when no one believed her. She was the one who warned her about the dawning when no one else told her. She was the one who accompanied her to Brazenwood even if she said she'd never go there. She was the one who let her feed whenever she needed to demanding nothing as return. Bo knew how painful it could be to be fed on by a succubus. She also knew that she never held back when feeding from Tamsin. But Tamsin always showed up when she texted her. Unlike Lauren or Dyson, Tamsin never asked for anything from her. She never needed anything from her.

Bo thought she hated Tamsin too. But strangely, she never felt any hatred for her in bed. When the valkyrie was all turned on and vulnerable under her in bed, with her suppressed moans, her blushed face, and her voice begging for more, it just felt totally different. Sex with her was always unbelievably amazing, although Bo never wanted to admit. She found herself very easily losing control when with her in bed.

Seeing her injured like that, Bo was really concerned. She felt her chest ached when she saw her sitting at the backdoor with blood on her face. Not just because of the injuries, but also the painful look in her eyes. That look had made her hard to breath. It reminded her sometimes she saw the same look in her eyes after they had sex, like she wanted something so desperately but she just couldn't have any. She chose to ignore it on purpose, but it just kept coming back to her.

She never really realized that she cared about her this much.

After few drinks, Bo decided to pay Tamsin a visit.

She just wanted to know if she was ok.