Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 407 Ava: Delirious Mutterings

Vanessa's coming.

Selene's sudden warning jolts me out of my I'm-not-that-tired couch nap. You know, the kind where you sit down and think, I'm not that tired, and wake up hours later? Yeah. One of those.

"Is it about Ivy?" My voice is more croak than words, but thankfully she's able to pluck the words straight out of my head.

I would assume so.

My muscles protest as I shift on the couch, stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. Selene's claws click against the wooden floor as she makes her way to the door, her silver fur catching the dim light. Only one lamp is on, which in hindsight might be why I fell asleep. It's too dark in here.

A sharp, quick succession of knocks rap against the door.

"Come in." My voice is still rough. A series of pops accompany my stretch. Relief floods through my spine, and I cough to clear my throat.

Vanessa opens the door, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. She smells like antiseptic, which isn't unusual for someone in the medical profession.

"Sorry to wake you." She steps inside, looking exhausted. "But I thought you'd want to know about Ivy's condition."

I straighten, my fuzzy brain slowly clearing. "Has something changed?"

"She's stable. Her fever's down, but still elevated. She woke up for a few minutes, but thought I was her mother." Rubbing her eyebrow, Vanessa settles into a chair across from me. "Halfway through our conversation, she fell back asleep. She asked for a strawberry birthday cake."

Not sure how to even respond, I can only stare.

The healer shrugs. "She's not oriented to person, time, or place."

"I see."

the fever. Could be whatever this stuff is you're trying to hunt down. Her symptoms

head feels too heavy to hold up, so I rest it against my hand, leaning into the couch cushions. My eyes burn from exhaustion as I blink at Vanessa. Something's off about this late-night visit—she wouldn't trek

aren't you

asked how much longer she has to give

straightens despite my fatigue. "What?" That sounds distinctly

hands. "She thought I was her mother, remember? She

in out of nowhere. Fever dreams rarely make

fevers talk about giving

she say anything

Vanessa's scrubs rustle as she shifts in her chair. "Her temperature is still high. Enough to possibly

you felt it was important enough

eyes. "Because while I agree she's not in her right mind, sometimes delirium reveals truths patients wouldn't normally share. I've seen it before—they lose their filters, their ability

her grows stronger as she leans forward. "I'm not

would Ivy be giving away blood?

something that happened when she was five years

cake,

sixteen. Does it matter? So

these two in my head

bares her teeth. Wake

I sigh. She really hates Ivy. "We have no proof of anything except that a very sick woman is

to keep you informed. Try not to read too much into it. She also told me she wanted

heads out. Obviously, I want to know if this is some random fever gibberish or some sort of

but we can't