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.

he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me. They're golden and intense, different from the way he looked

finally recognizing

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

found me in Cedarwood, far from here," I 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

early days. "You'd break into my apartment while I was at work. Spread your scent around. It should have been

furrows slightly, but

voice barely above a whisper. "And awkward too. It's endearing, really. The

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

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

begin to understand how you can be so strong,

golden gaze never

Lucas, but at least he isn't staring at me like I'm a complete stranger. He's starting to see

I can stop them. "You were

grunts, a low sound that reverberates through the quiet room, but I have no idea what he's

* * *

"How'd it go?"

I walk through the door, her eyes shining with optimism and

body shivering at the memory of his eyes burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often, I think

a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow at her, and

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

gut. Is this really home now? It feels temporary, but our home

my appetite suddenly gone. "It's fine.

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