Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 407

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."

trying to hunt down.

from exhaustion as I blink at Vanessa. Something's off about this late-night visit—she

aren't you

how much longer

"What?" That sounds

thought I was her mother, remember? She

chimes in out of

how often do fevers talk about

say anything

as she shifts in her chair.

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

stronger as she leans forward. "I'm not saying this means anything. So don't do

Why would Ivy be giving away blood?

happened when she was five years old and

like strawberry cake, and

Or sixteen. Does it matter? So sensitive

these two in my head are probably killer for my

Selene bares her teeth. Wake her up. I'll get her

hates Ivy. "We have no proof of anything except that

to read too much into it. She also told me she wanted sprinkles on her cake and that her stuffed unicorn was

Obviously, I want to know if this is some random fever gibberish or some sort of clue, but it still feels awful to have any sort of suspicions toward someone we consider an

we can't ignore

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