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Bo!” Kenzi screamed.  

Bo collapsed to the ground, white-faced.  The fae who’d hurt her was getting away, but that didn’t matter to Kenzi now.  All that mattered was Bo.

Because no matter how many times this happened, Kenzi would never get used to it— to any of this.  To Bo being in danger, almost dying.

Kenzi knelt next to Bo’s crumpled form.  “You have to be okay,” she whispered. “You’re my best friend.”

It was true, but not the whole truth.  And Kenzi was a liar, not heartless. Bo could be dying.

“You’re more than just my best friend,” Kenzi whispered, gripping Bo’s hand in hers.

“Kenzi?”  Bo opened her eyes.