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.

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

finally

That would be great.

over me. Lucas's scent, amber and campfire smoke, fills my senses, and I'm transported back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd found me, after I'd run

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

remember those early days. "You'd break into my apartment while I was at work.

but

a whisper. "And awkward too.

tightens as I recall darker times. "You saved me from my family, Lucas. You're

for me, everything he's been through because of me, settles heavy

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

golden gaze

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

a debt," I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. "You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now... now the tables

my chest. Lucas grunts, a low sound that reverberates through the quiet room, but I have no

* * *

"How'd it go?"

through the door,

his eyes burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often, I think he's getting a hint of the bond. Then he

with half a tuna sandwich and a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow at her,

extra hungry," she admits, shrugging. "Wasn't sure when you'd come home, so

hits me like a punch to the gut. Is this really home now? It feels temporary, but our home isn't ours any longer. What does

the meager remains of my lunch, my

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