Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 309 Ava: Grimoire's Plans

Ignoring Sister Miriam's curious stare, I dart for the cupboard where Grimoire's resting.

I rush to the cupboard, my fingers tingling as they make contact with Grimoire's supple leather cover. The moment I touch him, his mental shouts pierce my mind like a blast of thunder.

"Grimoire, for the love of all that's holy, quiet down!" I wince, pressing my free hand to my temple. "Speak at a normal volume before you shatter my mental eardrums."

The roaring stops abruptly. Through our bond, I sense an almost sheepish energy emanating from the book. He clears his mental throat.

You've been wasting time theorizing when you could have just consulted with me, Grimoire says, sounding far too condescending for someone who was screaming at me to notice him.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Now you tell me."

"Ava?" Lucas's voice cuts through our conversation. I turn to find him frowning at me, confusion etched across his face. "What's going on?"

I take a deep breath, suddenly aware of how bizarre this must look to him and Sister Miriam. "I'd like you both to meet someone." I hold up the book. "This is Grimoire. He's... well, he's a sentient magic book. And apparently, he has some thoughts on our current situation."

Sister Miriam's eyes widen, a spark of fascination igniting in their depths. She steps forward, hand outstretched. "Fascinating. May I?"

Before I can warn her, her fingers brush the cover. A bright spark erupts between them, and she yanks her hand back with a hiss.

Tell the bloodsucker to keep her hands off me, Grimoire's voice echoes in my mind, indignant.

My lips twitch. "He doesn't want to be touched. He called you a bloodsucker. I don't think he's very friendly."

I'm very friendly, he snaps. When I want to be.

wrong. Though I prefer the term 'vampire' these days. It has a bit

cover as I sit next to Lucas once again.

Think of it as a defense mechanism. The

how do we break down the

bomb, he

no way I heard

"With a what?"

leans forward. "What

pressing my hand more firmly against the book's

my mind, dripping with disdain. A magical one. A surge of power so intense

met is still a part of his personality. Not just a cuddlebug puppy of a bond, but an intellectual

like that. The way he backpedals would be amusing if I wasn't more focused on the information he

their expressions

Lucas says, his

gleaming with interest. "It's not entirely

she's not entirely useless, Grimoire says, sounding

this 'magical bomb' do?

would be a concentrated burst of magical energy, focused on breaking down

hard, already dreading the

the barriers. It could fragment the

Grimoire's words, feeling

to break the silence. "So, it's either get my memories

option is a gradual approach. Instead of a bomb, think of it as a slow erosion. We could use magic to slowly wear away at the

rising in my chest. "What's the