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 way he looked at me when I first walked

he finally recognizing

That would be great.

campfire smoke, fills my senses, and I'm transported back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd

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 never once blamed me for how I

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

slightly, but

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

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

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

begin to understand how you can be so strong, so secure in your love, especially after... after

gaze never leaves

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 fated mate. It's

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

sound that reverberates through the quiet room, but I have no

* * *

"How'd it go?"

door, her eyes shining with optimism and

burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often, I think he's

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

sure when you'd

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

at the meager remains of my lunch, my

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