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.

eyes never leave me. They're golden and intense, different from the way he looked at me when I first

he finally recognizing

That would be great.

amber and campfire smoke, fills my senses, and I'm transported back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd

to do with you, but you stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just afraid you'd leave me again. Change your mind at any time. But you never once blamed me for how

smile tugs at my lips as I remember those early days. "You'd break into my apartment

brow furrows slightly, but he

so sweet sometimes," I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. "And awkward too. It's endearing,

darker times. "You saved me from my family, Lucas. You're the first person to ever

he's been through because of me, settles

my voice cracking slightly. "I can't even begin to understand how you can be so strong, so secure in your love,

golden gaze never leaves

my Lucas, but at least he isn't staring at me like I'm a complete stranger. He's starting to see me, even if he doesn't see his fated mate.

tumbling out before I can stop them. "You were always there, waiting for me to

grunts, a low sound

* * *

"How'd it go?"

pounces on me as soon as I walk through the door, her eyes shining with optimism and

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

half a tuna sandwich and a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an

admits, shrugging. "Wasn't sure when you'd come

temporary, but our home isn't ours

my lunch, my appetite suddenly gone. "It's fine. I'm not that hungry

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