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.

spoiled royal playing rebel? Seems like an awfully big risk when you could be sipping whatever passes for champagne in

on the Fae princess in question.

to get them angry. They specialize in defending their actions, declaring no one understands them, and throwing a fit until they

know—I

Well, reformed.

Mostly.

fingers in the quiet room has the intended effect. The giant man closes his mouth, his exhale almost imperceptible. Smart man. I can practically feel him judging me, but he takes


Brats hate authority. And if she's the Crown Prince's daughter… well, we don't have royalty like the Fae do. But I bet she's got an arrogant streak a mile wide beneath all her

going to let

people outside and the occasional rustle as Pip turns another

sits

her book tightens slightly. Her page-turning slows, then stops altogether. Slowly, the book lowers just enough for her

all. They

says, her voice flat. Not a

"Last I checked."

"Then you wouldn't understand."

Nailed it.

Your Highness. I've got nothing but time and an aching

more, revealing the tight line of her mouth. "It's

Then what is it?


the book tumbling into her lap. "You

chains and purple hair with exaggerated interest. "Please. Your whole aesthetic

the ground with a

nothing about me or our world. This isn't about my father.

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

all thrones are safe. The New Order," she sneers the name, "has infiltrated every level of power.

so surprised." Rolling my eyes, I drawl, "And the only hero—sorry, heroine—our world can rely on

"This isn't some story!"

resistance fighter?" I curl my lip. "Princess Leia, looking

between groups without raising suspicion." Her

compound of people hiding

"We didn't—!"

her eyes narrowing into


this human out of here," she demands. "I've done nothing wrong, and I don't have to

exaggerated shrug. "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

of us can protest, he's backing toward the door, muttering something about "young women sorting things

click, leaving me

"Coward," I mutter.

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