Chapter 307 Ava: His Memories

"Ava."

Someone's gently prodding at my shoulder, and I groan, my entire body battered. Oh, right. Lucas… was an animal last night.

"Ava."

"What?" Now that I'm marginally awake, his voice registers in my brain. I turn my head to squint through a tangled mass of hair. I need a shower. And a brush. And, like, five cups of coffee.

"Sister Miriam's here."

Sister Miri—oh.

Sitting up abruptly, I must startle Lucas. He jumps up from the edge of the bed, hands in the air as he watches me cautiously, like I'm about to bite.

"Sorry. I'm up."

"I see that." Lowering his hands, he adds, "You didn't warn me you're such a bear when you're asleep."

A bear? Me?

You bit him when he tried to wake you up earlier, and you kicked him when he tried to cover you in a blanket. Selene's helpful, overly chipper words have my head pounding.

The still-new string of connection to Grimoire pulses urgently, tugging and yanking every which way.

Damn. Wake up and everyone needs you, all at once.

"Selene said I bit you. And kicked you."

He shrugs, politely ignoring the heat reddening my cheeks. "Take your time. Do you want to shower first?"

"No, I'm okay—"

Lucas arches a brow in such a meaningful way that I pause. Damn.

everywhere. You should

"I'll shower."

* * *

the table, nursing a cup of

speaking, Lucas slides a cup of coffee in front of me. It's as black as Sister Miriam's hair. Silently, I grab some creamer and sugar, dumping

its bitter flavor. Not me. I love myself, so I doctor mine up with as much cream

luxury we don't have in this place. Commune? Camp? Hideaway? It needs a word, so I can

cup. "Your wolves seem to be in good spirits. You've given them their first taste of hope since their

butterfly flutter through me, leaving me more pleased than I'd like to admit. "Thank you." Her report is a bit of a surprise to me, though; wolves don't change off a few words, and I don't have the

is the ultimate law of the land, Selene says, and I glance around in surprise.

"Where are you?"

me with concern, and I grimace.

used to this whole mind-speak business, but it just feels weird to converse that way. I guess it's normal when you've grown up your entire life doing it, but

sounding far too amused for my

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

She taps the stone in the center of the table. "We are clear to speak, so let's get started. It is imperative we retrieve your alpha's memory. While you made a good display

chair in silence; it looks as though they've

to sleep right through that.

range of the stone. You

That makes

me, her ruby red eyes as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with

me his wolf is gone. "How many know about this?" While I suspect Kellan realizes, it isn't a

forward slightly, trying not to let hope

over the back of my chair, a gesture that feels both protective and

of contributing to this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister

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