Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Ava: Moon Goddess (I)

At least the physical pain is over, Selene says as I'm groaning on my bed, limper than an overcooked noodle.

"It isn't over. I'm still dying."

You'll be fine. This is why you should have kept up with your exercise. Even a few days off and you're already back to being out of shape.

"Must be nice to be a dog. You never get sore."

That's because I don't sit around like a couch potato.

Harsh.

But true.

Sliding off my bed in the most dramatically sore fashion I can muster, I ignore Selene's snort and tremble-walk the entire length of the room to the closet where I set the magic book.

Mrs. Elkins goes home today, right?

"Right. They're driving her to Cedarwood. Lucas sent scouts to make sure she gets there okay."

"Enforcers," Marcus corrects me from his corner.

He doesn't offer to help me get what I want, but he's quick to make sure I'm calling his comrades by the right title. Giving him a sour look, I amend, "Enforcers."

Grabbing the book off the top shelf, I decide to sit on the floor in front of the closet, not really wanting to walk on sore legs all the way to the bed. My muscles protest even this, quivering more than a leaf in the wind.

Look at you, taking the lazy way out, Selene mocks, her voice echoing in my mind with a teasing lilt.

"I'm not being lazy," I retort, settling cross-legged on the plush carpet. "I'm being efficient. Why waste energy when I can just sit here?"

Selene snorts, her furry head shaking in amusement. Don't come crying to me when your butt goes numb.

the urge to stick my tongue out at her like a

to touch, almost unnaturally so,

releases, and I carefully open the book. Once again, I'm met

some kind of magical lock to keep its contents secure, but how is someone without

from a mentor,

I don't have one, so that

familiar. It's like a gentle current of electricity dancing across my skin, warm and inviting. I pause, staring at my hand, trying to figure out why it's triggering

like being gently shocked, doesn't it? Like a low level of a

how she knows anything about shock

than that. It's like..." I trail off, struggling to put the feeling

I feel a strange pull, as if the book is drawing me in. I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash

a memory

the suitcase? Or the dresser? She sounds hesitant, and I block out the pain and exhaustion in my legs as I stumble

once, and it had this same feeling on my

then dubious. But

"Is there a scent?"

then, is her

So, she doesn't know.

don't spend that much time

"Sorry, sorry."

silver chain cool against my fingertips, much like

warmth emanating

sensation, like it's alive, pulsing with an

intently, her blue eyes fixed on the necklace. What are

I

air grows heavy, thick with anticipation. Even

in

And…

Nothing.

suck me under the waves of anticipation,

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