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—"

arches a brow in such a meaningful way that I

everywhere. You

"I'll shower."

* * *

a cup of coffee that lost its

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 them

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

place. Commune? Camp? Hideaway? It needs a word, so I can settle

languidly drawing a finger around the rim of her cup. "Your wolves seem to be in good spirits. You've given them their first taste of hope

more pleased than I'd like to admit. "Thank you." Her report is a bit of a surprise

land, Selene says, and I glance

"Where are you?"

me with concern, and I grimace. "Sorry. I was talking

whole mind-speak business, but it just feels weird to converse that way. I guess it's normal when you've grown

sounding far too amused for

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

her throat. "Your wolf is with the Grand Sage." She taps the stone in the center of the table. "We are clear to speak, so let's get started. It

to show I'm listening. Lucas leans back in his chair in silence; it

have been exhausted, to sleep right through

is just outside the range of

That makes sense,

eyes as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with his wolf. This is why he

his wolf is gone. "How many know about this?" While I suspect Kellan realizes, it isn't a subject I've brought up to anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is too terrifying to let

slightly, trying not to let hope

immediately. Instead, her gaze fixes on Lucas, who meets her stare with an impassive expression. His arm drapes casually over the back of my chair, a gesture that feels both protective and possessive. The tension between them thickens, and I resist the

this conversation. He seems to hold respect

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