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He started to shiver. He recognized the signs of going into shock but was unable to do anything to prevent it. The sight of Kenzi's lifeless body on his bed made him want to retch, but he wouldn't turn his back on this tableau until Lauren confirmed it was actually Kenzi or some fae mimicking her. Still feeling the effects of Tamsin's mindfuck, doubt mingled with guilt inside him. He'd deal with Tamsin and that dirty trick later. Now, he just needed to know... He couldn't lose Kenzi. Not now. Not ever.
When Lauren told him the test revealed the blood to be fae, her terse tone penetrated his haze of overwhelming emotions. Stark relief washed over him. Now to find Kenzi - the real Kenzi.
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He grabbed the front of his shirt, bunching it in his fists, and brought it to his face. He took three deep breaths, inhaling the scent of Kenzi. His hands quivered. "Kenzi," he whispered. For the first time since Kenzi's "visit" to the Norn, Dyson allowed himself to consciously acknowledge the truth. When she'd gained his love back for him, everything had changed. She'd retrieved his ability to love, period. Kenzi had assumed her actions meant he could love Bo again, but Dyson knew otherwise. He still loved Bo as something more than a friend but was no longer in love with her. He'd fallen in love with the one person who'd risked her life more than once to help him. "I love you, Kenzi," he whispered into the dark room, then inhaled her scent once more.
