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.

of me," he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me. They're

finally

That would be great.

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 away

you, but you stuck around anyway. You were determined,

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

but he

a whisper. "And awkward too. It's endearing, really. The way you bend over

times. "You saved me from my

he's done for me, everything he's been through

my voice cracking slightly. "I can't even begin to understand how you can be so

golden gaze

least he isn't staring at me like I'm a complete stranger. He's

a debt," I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. "You were always there,

in my chest. Lucas grunts, a low sound that

* * *

"How'd it go?"

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

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

and a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow

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

hits me like a punch to the gut. Is this really home now? It feels temporary, but

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

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