Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 314 Ava: Grimoire's Manipulation

Before my eyes, the book's form fades. In its place, Grimoire materializes, perched on the edge of the table. Flames lick at his skin, but do nothing to the wood of the table. His expression is distinctly sour as he glowers at Lucas.

"It isn't right to wedge yourself between my bond with Ava."

I feel Lucas tense behind me, his hand tightening around mine.

"I'm not wedging myself anywhere. She's my mate."

Grimoire's eyes narrow. "And I am her magical counterpart. Our bond is just as important. Perhaps even more so."

The way my mate tenses behind me has me scrambling to defuse the situation. "Enough, Grimoire."

Know your place, Selene adds, her mental growl making my eardrums vibrate.

Lucas's thumb traces circles on the back of my hand, and when I glance back, he looks… pleased.

His lips curl up, his face relaxed. In fact, I think I'd categorize him as distinctly smug.

Grimoire, on the other hand, has shrunk from the size of a man to the size of a child. He even looks younger, the planes of his face round and soft, and his voice a higher pitch than before. "He still has to respect our bond," Grimoire insists, crossing his arms in a sulky demeanor that makes him seem about five years old.

He's…

Adorable.

Even though I know he's thousands upon thousands of years old, my heart pitters and patters, squeezing out maternal affection at his appearance.

Really? Selene's exasperation snaps me out of it. He's a book, Ava. Not your kid.

Frowning at Grimoire, I focus on the bond between us. There's an odd sort of fuzziness there that brings up all those maternal feelings again when I touch it.

you

like a woebegone child, and my heart trembles—until I slam closed the magical connection between us. The childish

bond tugs

mean it." It doesn't feel good to know he was

The yanking stops.

into his arms, his chest warm against my back. "See?

yank this time, there's a tiny little tug. So gentle I would miss it, if I wasn't waiting for

touch the book again, thinking of how my magic flowed into it last time. He hadn't asked for permission; he'd just taken

you have something to

sorry, Grimoire says, sounding suitably

suspiciously, "And how am I

do it again. I allowed my jealousy to take over. You've been spending all your

doesn't excuse what you did, Selene says irritably. You're old enough to know better. Bonds are sacred. If you only bonded her to manipulate her

it? You can do that?

won't. I won't do it again. I promise. Please, let me out. I'll be on

elitist; it's all back to that puppy-dog bond, the one

thought it would be. The book fades away again, leaving child-Grimoire in its place. This time, I

in the way children can

you," child-Grimoire says

around

say something!" Grimoire holds up his tiny hands. "I

Selene mutters. If I was there,

sorry, okay? I

is hardly an

"What more should I—"

for my sanity. "Why were you trying to get

look of his suits his personality. "I thought of