Back at Trick’s bar/restaurant/museum/library/default location for Fae events, Bo happens upon a necklace with a familiar symbol.
Bo: Hey, Lauren has one of these around her neck. What is it? Some kind of amulet?
Trick: Lauren? She’s ward of The Ash. She wears his mark.
Bo: Because she works for him?
Trick: Fae Elders don’t employ humans. They own them. In return for their protection.
Bo: Oh. Cozy. She neglected to mention
But back to business. Bo apologizes to Trick for bothering him with questions. She stopped by because she wanted to know more about the Fae that attacked her. She wishes there was a Big Book of Fae Types she could sift through in her spare time. She’s in luck. Trick just bought a copy off Amazon.fae. I think she should wait for the ebook version, though. It’s looks a bit heavy.
So, Bo must have angered someone. There’s a shocker. She’s now concerned that more bad things will come after her. Trick tells her that she’s her own weapon but Bo doesn’t like losing control yadda yadda. So Trick decides to give her a sexy weapon that will harm all Fae and protect her from corruption. Bo receives loot: [The Syracon].
Later on, Lauren drops by her apartment. She’s curious why Bo is taking the whole Lou Ann thing so personally. Essentially, Bo wants to have options in life.
Lauren: You want a normal life? The picket fence and the kids and …
Bo: I want to know that it’s my choice to make. Not theirs. Lou made her choice and look at what they did to her. If I just let that go… if I let them get away with it then what chance do I have of living a life of my own? And who would want to live it with me?
Say it with me: LAUREN! Even Lauren looks like she wants to say, “Me!!!” Alas, she doesn’t. The subject, unfortunately, reminds Bo that she’s got a killer to catch, so she gets up to go do that. Lauren grabs her arm and pulls her back down on the couch and starts kissing her.
Bo: What are you doing?
Lauren: I don’t know yet. Just humor me.
I know a lot of ladies that would humor you, Lauren.
Bo: I don’t want to hurt you.
Lauren: I trust you.
Bo: Nobody owns you.
She rips the necklace off Lauren’s neck and throws it across the room.