Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 289

Chapter 289 Ava: Who He Is

The way Lucas watches me is terrifying.

Terrifying, because there's finally interest in his gaze.

I don't want to hold hope, because every time I have even the glimmer of it, he says something that crushes my heart. The way he doesn't even recognize our fated bond kills me. It's yearning, aching in my chest, wanting me to go to him. To claim him. To shake and scream until he remembers all the pain and all the joy between us.

Instead, I sit there, scratching more vigorously at my arms, and the string inside of me tugs harder, as if trying to get my attention. I ignore it.

"Your scent."

Glancing at Lucas, who stops talking mid-sentence, I sniff discreetly in the direction of my armpits. Did I forget to scrub? He keeps talking about my smell.

"Do I stink that bad?"

"It's getting stronger," he confirms, his voice husky.

Maybe this is his way of getting me to leave again. "Do you want me to go?"

"No."

Oh. Never mind, then.

My heart dances at that denial, though, raising hope high on a flag pole and waving it at the walls I've tried desperately to construct around my heart.

me what you think of me," he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me. They're golden and intense, different

finally

That would be great.

senses, and I'm transported back to

say softly, my eyes meeting his. "After the Gala. I wanted nothing to do with you, but you stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just afraid you'd

my apartment

furrows slightly, but he remains silent,

sometimes," I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. "And awkward too.

"You saved me from my family, Lucas. You're

weight of everything he's done for me, everything he's been

begin to understand how you can

golden gaze never

me like I'm a complete stranger. He's starting to see me, even if

stop them. "You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now... now the tables have

sound that reverberates through the

* * *

"How'd it go?"

on me as soon as I walk through the door, her eyes shining with optimism and the belief that fated mates

I melt into the couch, my body shivering at the memory of his eyes burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often, I think he's getting a hint of the bond. Then he says something so casual that just destroys every last hope

pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow

sure when

a punch to the gut. Is this really home now? It feels temporary, but our home isn't ours

remains of my lunch, my appetite

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