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.

curl into an amused smile. "Well, he's not wrong. Though I prefer the term 'vampire' these days. It has a bit more...

cover as I sit next to Lucas

indeed complex. The memories aren't gone, merely locked. Think of it as a defense mechanism. The

how do we

bomb, he

I heard that

"With a what?"

leans forward. "What did he

quickly before pressing my hand more firmly against

disdain.

I first met is still a part of his personality. Not

I didn't mean it like that. The way he backpedals would

his words again, watching their expressions

says, his voice tight

her eyes gleaming with interest. "It's not entirely without precedent. Brute

not entirely useless, Grimoire says, sounding pleased by the vampire's

would this 'magical bomb' do? And what are

breaking down the mental barriers. The risks... well, they're not insignificant.

already dreading

barriers. It could fragment the mind entirely, leaving nothing

I relay Grimoire's words, feeling

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

as a slow erosion. We could

hope rising