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

keep my hand flat on the cover as I sit next to Lucas once again. "Okay, Grimoire. You've been listening.

as a defense mechanism. The human mind couldn't process

we break down the

a bomb, he says

no way I

"With a what?"

forward. "What did

Grimoire's words quickly before pressing my hand more firmly against the book's cover. "Care to

disdain. A magical one. A surge of power so intense it

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

no. I didn't mean it like that. The way he backpedals would

watching their expressions shift from confusion to

Lucas says, his

interest. "It's not entirely

not entirely useless, Grimoire says, sounding pleased by

'magical bomb' do? And what

burst of magical energy, focused on breaking down the mental barriers.

already dreading the answer.

could shatter more than just the barriers. It could fragment

plummets. I relay Grimoire's words, feeling my

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

of it as a slow erosion. We could use magic to slowly wear

say, hope rising in my