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.

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

he finally recognizing the

That would be great.

back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd found me,

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

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

brow furrows slightly, but

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

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

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

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

gaze never leaves

staring at me like I'm a complete stranger.

"You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now... now the tables have

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

* * *

"How'd it go?"

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

memory of his eyes burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often,

handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she flashes me a

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

temporary, but our home isn't ours any longer. What does

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

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