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

he finally recognizing

That would be great.

and I'm transported back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd found me, after I'd run away from everything I'd ever

Gala. I wanted nothing 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

into my apartment

but he remains silent, listening

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

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

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

understand how you can be so strong, so secure in your love,

golden gaze never leaves

stranger. He's

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

fall silent, my heart pounding in my chest. Lucas grunts, a low sound that reverberates through the quiet room, but I have no

* * *

"How'd it go?"

through the door, her eyes shining with optimism and the

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

a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an

she admits, shrugging. "Wasn't sure when

really home now? It feels temporary, but our home isn't ours any longer. What does it look

pick at the meager remains of my lunch, my appetite suddenly gone. "It's

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