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.

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

he finally recognizing the

That would be great.

senses, and I'm transported back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd found

to do with you, but you stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just afraid

those early days. "You'd break into my apartment

brow furrows slightly, but he

"And awkward too. It's

times. "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 of me, settles heavy

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

gaze never leaves

me like I'm a complete stranger.

tumbling out before I can stop them. "You were

chest. Lucas grunts, a low sound that reverberates through the

* * *

"How'd it go?"

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

the memory of his eyes burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often, I think he's getting

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

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

temporary, but our home isn't ours any longer. What does it look like now? I'm not sure

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

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