Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Lisa: PTSD

LISA

Watching Ava struggle with the aftermath of the strange attack leaves me humbled. It feels like she's been growing all this time, while I've been sitting stagnant. Even my relationship with Kellan…

My gaze drifts to Kellan's broad shoulders. The gentle way he touches me, the way he watches my every step—it's a consideration he shows me. Every. Single. Day.

A knot forms in my throat.

The mate bond between us is something I can feel now, like an extra heartbeat in my chest, but I keep that door sealed tight. Sometimes I catch him watching me with those storm-gray eyes, waiting for me to let him in. To trust him. To love him back the way he loves me.

The memory of cold hands on my skin makes me shiver. Sharp fangs. Blood. Pain. Memories I thought I was over, but keep intruding of late.

No, nope. Not today, Satan. Focus on Ava.

I push away from the wall and cross the room. "Hey." My arms wrap around her thin frame. She feels as though she's lost ten pounds in one day; magic seems to take a lot out of her. "You need to sleep for at least an hour. Non-negotiable."

"Lisa—"

"Nope. Doctor's orders."

Her lip twitches. "You're not a doctor."

"Hey, I've watched enough Grey's Anatomy to qualify." The joke falls flat, but at least she cracks a weak smile. "One hour. That's all I'm asking. The families will still be here when you wake up. Go now, before I get mean about it."

"Okay," she agrees easily enough, a sure sign she's exhausted.

Vanessa's eyebrow lifts. "Impressive."

her to her cabin?" My fingers twist in

where she keeps saying she isn't going to do anything and doesn't need

scrubs, and heads for the door.

"Hmm?"

something wrong with

a beat for some

keep rubbing your thigh." Vanessa's dark eyes fix on my leg. "I've noticed it

presses against my thigh, right over the spot where fangs once pierced flesh. The phantom sensation of

that hellscape of memories. I'm

"Just a bad habit with an old wound. How are you doing? You look exhausted." Looking her over, I add, "You probably need the

pursed, but she lets it go to say, "I've had worse shifts.

eyes and the slight tremor in her hands tell a different story. "When's the last time

nap when I need it. I can still power through for a while. We don't have enough

best, not dead on your feet," I point

escapes her, and she leans against the door. "You

moment the weariness lifts from her features. It's sweet how they look after each other; their relationship is understated and calm, without any grand gestures. Half the time you'd never guess they were mated,

I don't ask enough questions. Life has evolved from girl talk and giggling over a cup of

gone dark again.

smile. "I'm fine. Just thinking of too many things. How the

understanding. "You can come to me if you ever need to talk. Or if that wound of yours keeps acting up. I'll take a look at

rush of emotion. "Thank you. For everything you do for us.

and coffee, something normal in this supernatural world of

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