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    Run – Chapter 5

    Story written on June 26, 2014 by dinahwas.
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    ”Bourbon, Trick. And keep them coming, would you?” Bo opted to sit on a stool at the bar rather than at a private table at the back. She felt the eyes of her subjects roll upon on her as if she was some Hollywood starlet hobnobbing with the regular folk who, through manners and general

    ”Bourbon, Trick. And keep them coming, would you?” Bo opted to sit on a stool at the bar rather than at a private table at the back. She felt the eyes of her subjects roll upon on her as if she was some Hollywood starlet hobnobbing with the regular folk who, through manners and general giddiness at seeing their Queen in such an ordinary way station, regarded her from a distance. She heard their murmurings and sensed their fear of making eye contact or uttering words that might offend. For her subjects, this sighting was rare. For Bo, the Dal was just the Dal. The infectious boom of the music thumping on the speakers overhead, the general and deepening euphoria as the night wore on, the crack of the pool cue as a fresh game began—all familiar and nostalgic, which left Bo wanting and waiting for one of the old gang to come in and set the Dal right, making it their place again.

    Trick gave a generous pour of the amber liquid, the muscles on his face sagging after a hefty sigh directed at Bo, ”My Queen.”

    ”Trick, you don’t have to call me that. I’m still me inside. Your granddaughter?”

    ”And I could not be more proud to call you my Queen,” he smiled.

    She took a short sip of the drink he put before her. ”How does that line go, heavy hangs the head that—”

    ”—wears the crown. Yes, I know.” Trick remembered his time as the Blood King, a chapter of his long life of which he was not too terribly proud.

    Bo played with the empty glass, spinning it like a top. ”Being Queen isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. I understand it’s all for the greater good—”

    ”—the laws you’re enacting are history making and impressive.” Trick referred to the uniting of Light and Dark and Bo’s stance on legislating rights for humans, banning discrimination against them, and barring their torture and enslavement. ”Kenzi would have been so proud.”

    Bo waggled her empty shot class. Trick parked the bottle in front of her. ”Some good pride does me now,” Bo shrugged. ”I have a kingdom, big whoop.”

    ”You are the most powerful Fae ever in history. No great thing ever comes without a price.”

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