Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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.

leave me. They're golden and intense, different from

he finally recognizing

That would be great.

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

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 just afraid you'd leave me again.

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

but

sweet sometimes," I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. "And awkward too. It's endearing, really. The way you bend over backwards

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

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

my voice cracking slightly. "I can't even begin to understand how you can be so strong, so secure in your love, especially after... after all the

gaze never

least 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

out before I can stop them. "You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now... now the tables have turned. It's my turn to wait for

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

* * *

"How'd it go?"

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

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 casual that just destroys

half a tuna sandwich and a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she

shrugging. "Wasn't sure when you'd come home, so I helped

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

at the meager remains of my lunch, my