Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 363

Chapter 363 Ava: He Lied!

He lied.

That asshole motherfucker lied.

Lied. To my face.

To.

My.

Face.

My glare could melt steel, but Lucas just pulls his shirt over his head, muscles rippling with the movement. Our blanket is clutched tight against my chest—not that there's any point in modesty after last night, but right now I need all the armor I can get.

He gets ideas when he sees my bare skin.

"You lied to me."

"Did I?" His eyebrow arches as he buttons his jeans. "We showered."

"Oh, is that what you call what happened in there?" Heat floods my cheeks at the memory. My skin bears the evidence of his attention—little marks scattered across my collarbone, my breasts, my thighs. Everything aches in the most delicious way, but that's not the point. "You said we'd clean up."

"And we did." His lips twitch. "Eventually."

"After you—" My voice catches. Even now, after everything we've done, after months of intimacy, certain words stick in my throat.

"After I what?" The bastard's enjoying this.

"You know what."

"I never said I wouldn't." He shrugs, all false innocence. "You assumed."

I pull the blanket higher, wincing as muscles protest the movement. "You're impossible."

"You weren't complaining last night." He crosses the room, and before I can dodge, his lips press against my forehead. "Rest today. You need it."

The pillow flies from my hand, but he's already moving, laughing as he sidesteps my attack.

"Jerk!"

door. The blanket does little to shield me from winter's bite, and every muscle protests as I force

toward the bathroom.

happen the moment he stepped into that shower

The hot water stings as it hits my shoulders, washing away the evidence of our activities. Steam rises around

Selene's mental yawn echoes through my mind. Though I

creeps up my neck that has nothing to do with the

Grimoire materializes on the counter, in his child form, his flame-red hair dulled by the steam. "Do you two

the shower door, I snap, "Don't you dare finish that sentence." Grabbing my loofah, I point it at him threateningly. "And go be a book somewhere. It's weird to have you

warning. "The amount of magic you release during those moments is astronomical. Your control is nonexistent.

fills my head. Is the ancient being

looking for all the world like a sulky child. "I simply

you're a

am several millennia

naked in the shower." Slamming the shower door shut as gently as I can manage

into my palm with more force than necessary, I add with as much calm as I can fake, "Can

He started it.

not.

I rinse my hair. "Or I swear I'll bind

Impossible.

"I'm already a book."

a rug and one of

Grimoire looks unsatisfied

don't know how to

concern,

satisfying,

water soothe my aching muscles. Stepping out, I wrap a fluffy towel around

Wait a second.

The counter's empty.

I expect. Water drips down my legs as I pad into the living room, leaving wet footprints on the

messenger bag hangs innocently by

must have come back in while I was showering, and has what suspiciously looks like jam on her

small problem with stealing food off the counter. She figures if I don't eat

importantly—I poke at

appear in the bathroom when your book

"Our bond has grown again. Something someone of your magical caliber

out automatically before I narrow my eyes. Reaching out with my magic, I probe our connection. "Wait. It feels exactly the same

slumping. "Sometimes you're very

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