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.

urge to stick my tongue out at her like a child, I turn my attention to the

clasp is cool to touch, almost unnaturally so, and I suppress

the

doesn't make sense. It has to be some kind of magical lock to keep its

it from a mentor, of

I don't have one, so that doesn't help

fingertips start to tingle, a sensation that's almost familiar. It's like a gentle current of electricity dancing across my skin, warm and inviting. I pause, staring at

doesn't it? Like a low level of

she

"No, it's more than that. It's like..." I trail off, struggling to

as if the book is drawing me in. I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, trying to make sense

of lightning, a memory flashes through

She sounds hesitant, and I block out the pain and exhaustion in my legs as I stumble around looking

once, and it had this

sounds excited, then dubious. But unlike

"Is there a scent?"

was then, is

So, she doesn't know.

much time around magicians,

"Sorry, sorry."

chain cool against

there's warmth emanating from its

an odd sensation, like it's alive, pulsing with an energy I can't

watches me intently, her blue eyes fixed on the

that I have to

I place the pendant on the blank page. For a moment, the world seems to freeze. The air grows heavy, thick with anticipation. Even the dust motes hanging in

pounding in

And…

Nothing.

under the waves of anticipation, holding

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