Chapter 10 Ava: Freedom

I make it two days before I give up and call Lisa, ten minutes before her shift. She doesn't answer the first time, so I call again. This time, she picks up, and her annoyed voice brings tears to my eyes.

"Hello?" that wonderful voice snaps into my ear, suspicious and guarded. She thinks I'm a robocaller.

"Hey, Lise." Somehow, I manage to sound normal.

"Ava? This isn't your number. Did you lose your phone?"

I pick at the inseam of my jeans, staring out the train window, focusing on the rolling hills beyond the raindrops splattered against my window. I've switched trains a few times and bought multiple tickets at each station, just in case someone figures out how I left the city. In the end, I've managed to take an odd, loopy route that has me now in Washington. "Yeah.

Look, if anyone from my family tries to contact you… Um. God, this is going to be a lot that I can't explain before your shift starts, but the main thing is that if my family contacts you, tell them you don't know anything. Save this number under a random name. Call me Ashley or something."

"Okay."

Her instant acceptance warms my heart. My nose tingles as a few tears escape, sliding down my cheeks. It's enough to take the edge off that pain in my chest that refuses to leave, as though something important is missing.

It has to just be in my head, though, right…? If he was my fated mate, he would have never looked at me the way he did. I've never heard of a fated who hates their mate. Even the abusive ones.

he is. It's a knowledge deep in

easy." Or maybe they'll just be happy to get rid of me. That would be nice. I wait for her response, but

up my belly

in shock. I can't believe you ran away. I want to say congratulations, but I'm not sure if that's being insensitive.

Two?"

bite my lip.

"Never?!"

the first thing is the most important. I'm not human, Lise. Not exactly, anyway.

the entire area?" Her voice is a higher pitch that normal, but at least she isn't

distress shuddering down my back. What if she doesn't want to talk to me anymore? I know I had

to talk to. Someone

processing. Holy shit. The

"Mmhmm."

not answered my texts in

down until I resemble a turtle. "I know. I'm sorry. I

hold on. Fuck, Shelby just poked her head in here and stared at me. I need to clock in. Look, Ave. I'll save your number, and we are going to talk, okay? Should I get a different phone in case they like, tap

they control the police and everything

have no idea. Oh, God. I hope

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