Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 455

Chapter 455 - 455: Lisa: Reformed Bratitude (I)


LISA

The Fae girl is a captive. A possible danger to the pack. Someone Lucas, the great Alpha, is wary of.

But… is this how captives are treated?

The young Fae girl lounges on a nest of blankets, arms straight above her as she reads from romance novel. Not a hard guess on the contents, considering the half-naked man on the cover. Dirty bowls are scattered around her head like some bizarre halo.

Whatever chapter she's on must be particularly steamy, based on her wide eyes and the slight flush on her cheeks.

I'd kill for a good book right now. Something to distract me from the constant fear, from the throbbing in my thigh. From the nightmares. But no—we don't waste precious supply runs on entertainment. Medicine, weapons, food—those are the priorities in Wolf's Landing. Not escapist literature.

No idea how she's procured the book, but I need to know.

Magister Orion sighs heavily from over my shoulder. "I know how it looks. But the Fae cannot deny her comfort, considering her status in their society."

I turn to face him, crossing my arms. "If she's so important, why don't you just hand her back to Lucas, then?"

Ava's teacher rubs the back of his neck with a soft laugh. He gestures toward a chair beside Pip's makeshift bed.

"Perhaps you should sit down, Ms. Randall."

I reluctantly lower myself into the chair, never taking my eyes off him. On the floor, the Fae girl ignores us completely, turning a page in her book.

"This doesn't look like imprisonment to me. This looks like..."

"Protective custody," Magister Orion finishes for me. He settles into a chair opposite mine, his massive frame making the furniture look child-sized. "Yes. Pellonia is not precisely a prisoner, though your Alpha is quite suspicious of the girl."


"Pellonia?" I glance down at the purple-haired girl, who's still ignoring us. Cute.

"Her proper name. Pip is a... nickname she's adopted during her little rebellion."

I study her more carefully now. The chains on her clothing, the deliberately messy purple hair. Definitely a teenager trying on a personality.

"She's a princess, right?"

"Correct. The daughter of the Crown Prince."

I cross my legs, shifting my weight in the chair as I decide Magister Orion isn't the one who needs my attention. The girl—Pellonia—is the more interesting puzzle here. I pin her with my stare, not bothering to hide my assessment.

a spoiled royal playing rebel? Seems like an awfully big

at him without breaking my concentration on the Fae princess in question. "Not asking you. She's got a

a brat is to get them angry. They specialize in defending their actions, declaring no one understands them, and

know—I

Well, reformed.

Mostly.

fingers in the quiet room has the intended effect. The giant man closes his mouth, his exhale


Prince's daughter… well, we don't have royalty like the

going to let

and the occasional rustle as Pip turns another page in her book. She's pretending

Three. The Magister sits perfectly still, apparently content to

Her page-turning slows, then stops altogether. Slowly, the book lowers just enough for her eyes to peer

They're hard, calculating, deeply distrustful. Not a kid's eyes at all. They remind me of my own when

her

"Last I checked."

"Then you wouldn't understand."

Nailed it.

bark out a laugh. "Try me, Your Highness. I've

book a little more, revealing the tight line of her mouth.

it? Teenage


abruptly, the book tumbling into her lap. "You think I'm doing this to upset

purple hair with exaggerated interest. "Please.

slams a hand against the ground with a soft

world. This isn't

I echo, leaning forward slightly. "You're a princess. What exactly are you surviving, when you live in

human. And not all thrones are safe. The New Order," she sneers the name,

Rolling my eyes, I drawl, "And the only hero—sorry, heroine—our world can rely on is a spoiled little Fae princess.

"This isn't some story!"

fighter?" I curl my lip. "Princess Leia, looking for her Han

Someone who can move between groups without raising suspicion." Her chin lifts slightly. "I can help. I have

decimate a compound of people hiding from

"We didn't—!"

into slits. She shoots Magister Orion a nasty


here," she demands. "I've done nothing wrong, and I don't have to explain

"Oh dear, I've just remembered I have several... important magical... things to attend to tonight." He waves his hand vaguely. "Very urgent. Perhaps you two can continue this stimulating conversation without

toward the door, muttering something about "young women sorting

soft click, leaving me alone

"Coward," I mutter.

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