Tangled

11 Ava: The Novel Grind

The new beginning I crave begins in a quaint town by the name of Cedarwood, just outside of Spokane, Washington. It isn’t that I made a conscious choice to stay here, exactly. I sensed shifters at the train station in Spokane and panicked. A rideshare app and a destination chosen at random brought me to

Cedarwood. Specifically, to an adorable bookshop cafe on a picturesque little street in the middle of their

commercial district. @

Seriously, the entire street gives me a modern

Victorian vibe, and families all walk because there is literally no parking anywhere. I guess people come

here for the charm.

Two weeks later, I’m still at the shop, only now I’m working there. As an added perk, I even get an apartment in the above floor. It was used as storage for a few years by my new boss, and I have a lot of cleaning to do yet, but it’s mine, and I love it, even if there are boxes everywhere.

I still don’t know how all the luck managed to swing my way, but I’m not going to complain. I haven’t seen a

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single shifter since I came here, and from what I hear, the Aspen Pack treats humans well in their territory. There’s a huge part of me that’s terrified they will come banging on my door, demanding to know why I haven’t informed them of my presence, but–well, that’s a problem for future Ava. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I’m hoping that I smell human enough to not be

bothered.

Mrs. Elkins enters the store, the bell above the door

announcing her arrival. I look up from the book I’m shelving, a smile already forming on my lips. There’s something about her presence that puts me at ease. There might even be a tiny part of my mind that thinks she’s married to Santa Claus.

“Good morning, Ava,” she greets me warmly, her rheumy eyes crinkling at the corners. “How are you doing today? Settling in alright?”

I nod, my smile widening. “I’m doing well, Mrs. Elkins. Thank you again for the job and the apartment. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

that fills the space. “Oh, Ava, you don’t have to thank me every day,

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you know.”

“I know, I just…

over mine. Her touch is comforting, almost maternal. “The Novel Grind is a haven, Ava. It’s a place for those who feel they don’t quite fit anywhere else in

how hard her words hit me. If only she knew just how

happiness here,” she continues, gesturing to the countless books surrounding us. “Among the thousands of realities written in these pages. There are worlds of possibilities waiting for

glance around, taking in the shelves upon shelves of books. Each one holds a different story, a different life. Maybe, just maybe, I

will.” I rub my breastbone, feeling

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of easing

No doubt at all. Now, tell me, is Carlos treating you well? Not hazing my new employee, is

motion hidden behind adjusting my glasses. Carlos is my new co–worker. He’s a few years older than me, kind and funny, and

to sign up for night classes this summer, since I probably won’t have a car yet. We’ve

delight. “Night classes? Oh, Ava, that’s wonderful!

embarrassed. I don’t admit that I’ve dropped out of

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to a post office box in White Peak that Lisa

couldn’t be traced. Neither of us are really

of the book I just shelved. “I thought. maybe I could take some English courses, maybe even

growing. “I think that’s a fantastic idea. You know, I’ve seen the way you handle the books, Ava. It’s like you have a special connection with

heart swells at her words, a sense of belonging settling in my chest. “Thank you, Mrs. Elkins. That

lot to

once more before stepping back. “Now, I think I smell some fresh coffee brewing. Why don’t you join me for a cup before

these books?”

you

finish up

up with

books on a nearby table. “I’d love

that.”

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