Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 54 Ava: Dinner With Ivy

Music drifts through the kitchen, courtesy of my phone, as I chop garlic, enjoying the sharp aroma. Cooking has always been a comfort to me, a way to lose myself in the simple tasks and let my mind wander. As I toss minced garlic into the pan heating over the stove, I can't help but feel a sense of peace settle over me, if only momentarily.

I've set up the phone Clayton gave me, and texted him and Ivy to let them know it was working. Neither responded, which is fine by me. I set up the burner phone, too, and texted Lisa with updates. She did respond, and her spam of emojis have lightened the load on my heart. I texted Mrs. Elkins, letting her know I'm safe and begging her not to talk to anyone about me.

Mrs. Elkins assured me my job is safe whenever I can come home, which is even more of a relief.

My little paradise is waiting for me, which makes it so much easier to be stuck here right now.

A knock at the door startles me from my reverie. I glance at the clock, wondering who could be here at this hour. Wiping my hands on a towel, I make my way to the door, peering through the peephole.

It's Ivy.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever interaction awaits me. There's something about Ivy that always puts me on edge, a subtle undercurrent of something that I can't quite place. Still, I paste on a polite smile and open the door.

"Ivy, hi," I greet her, trying to keep my tone casual.

"Ava," she says, her smile bright but somehow not quite reaching her eyes. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Not at all," I assure her, stepping aside to let her in. "I was just making dinner."

her hand and the shopping bag slung over her arm. My brow furrows slightly, but I say

few things for you," Ivy says, holding out the wine and the bag. "A little

items, feeling a bit awkward. "You didn't have to

dismissive hand. "It's the least I could

put my finger on it, but it makes me uneasy. Still, I

it despite my reservations. "That's really kind

if I'm reading too much into things. Maybe I'm just

understandable, Selene says, yawning from her spot on the couch. She's

on the counter. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

returns my smile and sinks gracefully onto the couch, crossing her legs and leaning back. Selene sniffs her in greeting, and Ivy reaches

course. I wouldn't do

ignore the way her gaze seems to

I say, setting a plate in front of

already reaching for her fork. We eat in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds the soft clink of cutlery

quiet. "So, Ava," she begins, her tone light and conversational. "Tell me a little about yourself. Your family, where you're

family, my grip tightening on my fork. "There's not much to tell," I deflect, keeping

softens, her eyes warm with what seems like genuine sympathy. "I'm sorry," she

my head, offering her a reassuring smile. "It's alright, you didn't

and I lost our parents when we were young, too," she confides, her gaze dropping