Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Ava: Wrung Dry

By the time we exit the training room, Vanessa and Marcus have to hold me up to walk in a straight line.

It isn't the type of exhaustion where my muscles are sore and stretched and tired after running or doing a thousand squats. It's more like the energy in my body has bled away, leaving me so weak that my muscles can no longer function properly.

When exercising, you can kind of feel good about your exertion. The pain and exhaustion comes with a sense of accomplishment.

This?

It just feels like I'm a wet dish rag wrung out one too many times.

The water's gone, and now I'm going to float away on the next strong breeze.

Ava! Where did you go?

Selene's panic is so explosive in my head that my legs buckle, even with the support of two shifters.

Long story. Training room. Magic place. My body's dead. Training sucks.

Even in my head, I can only speak in short sentences. It feels fuzzy and also like something's slamming into it with a sledgehammer, fueled by the rage of a thousand flying monkeys.

Not sure where the flying monkeys came from, but I'm just going to go with it.

Are you okay? she asks, and the warmth and care from her side of the bond also seems to infuse me with a little bit of extra energy.

me feel a little better. Like having a parent who's panicked after they wake up in the middle of the night to see their child gone; someone who cares about me. I need food. And sleep, I

Orion says, peering at my face. "Does it hurt to speak with your

up. "What? No. Why do you

I'm sorry. You just looked so

that," Vanessa

despite

not having years of experience," I mutter, wishing I had the strength to shove the

They're way too comfortable making fun of me

indeed. If I had the time, I'd love to pick it apart. Especially you, Ava Grey,

to slice me open and look at me under a microscope, Selene says, and I can feel her internal shudder from my end of the

ask, "Why do you call her by her full

Magister Orion ushers us to the dining room as we talk. "It is a bit of a custom among the Fae. We don't have a first and last name as you humans do, you see. We do have a family name, but it isn't a

wouldn't it be a part of your identity?" I ask with a frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help settle me into a chair. With a wave of his hand, Magister Orion manifests into creation

since coming here that Fae food doesn't always have a particular corresponding animal to the ones we are used to in our world; for example, their steaks might be

all delicious and—most importantly—have no magic

entire story of Sister Miriam and the Fae food. I'm still not certain on the allegiances of people in this city, and I'm hesitant to get Sister Miriam in

without being asked, and I give her a smile when she catches my eye. Everything on the table is food I've had before

how exhausted

Magister Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even when one is disowned, they remain true to their own sense of

family dynamics,

question

is not tied to our family," I murmur, feeling my

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