Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 309

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

I sit

Think of it as a defense mechanism. The

we

bomb, he

way I heard

"With a what?"

"What did he

quickly before pressing my hand more

voice echoes in my mind, dripping with disdain. A magical one. A

of his personality.

he backpedals would be amusing if I wasn't more focused

their expressions

Lucas says, his voice tight

with interest. "It's not entirely without precedent.

not entirely useless, Grimoire says, sounding pleased by the

what exactly would this 'magical bomb' do? And

magical energy, focused on breaking

swallow hard, already dreading the answer.

It could fragment the mind entirely, leaving nothing

Grimoire's words, feeling my

either get my

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

hope rising in my chest. "What's the

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