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."

fingers twist in the hem of my sweater. "Make sure

saying she isn't going to do anything and doesn't need a babysitter.

her scrubs, and heads for the door. Her hand

"Hmm?"

something wrong with

skips a beat for some reason.

your thigh." Vanessa's dark eyes fix on

glance down. Sure enough, my palm presses against my thigh, right over the spot where fangs once pierced flesh. The phantom sensation of teeth breaking skin sends

of memories. I'm stronger

with an old wound. How are you doing? You look exhausted." Looking

narrow as she studies my face, her lips pursed, but she lets it

tremor in her hands tell a different story. "When's the last time you actually

power through for a while. We don't have enough staff for these

need you at your best, not dead on your feet," I point out.

leans against the door. "You sound exactly

each other; their relationship is understated and

ask enough questions. Life has evolved from girl talk and giggling over a

dark again. Are you sure you're all

my attention back to Vanessa, I force a smile. "I'm fine. Just thinking of too many things. How

ever need to talk. Or if that wound of yours keeps acting up. I'll take a look

step forward and wrap my arms around Vanessa, overwhelmed by a rush of emotion. "Thank you. For everything you do for us. For

scrubs smell like antiseptic and coffee, something normal in this supernatural world of ours. She pats my back with a soft laugh. "It's what

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