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.”

space. “Oh, Ava, you don’t

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you know.”

warm. “I know, I just… I’m so grateful.”

closer, resting her hand over mine. Her touch is comforting, almost maternal. “The Novel Grind is a haven,

prick my eyes and I blink them back, fluttering my lashes in a desperate attempt to hide how hard her

find your 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

books. Each one holds a different story, a different life.

“I think I will.” I rub my breastbone, feeling that now–familiar burn flare. Nothing eases

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hopes of

no doubt about that, my dear. No doubt at all. Now, tell me, is

co–worker. He’s a few years older than me, kind and funny, and looks in my eyes when we

say, my voice filled with genuine warmth. “He’s even helped me prepare to sign up for night classes this summer, since I probably won’t have a car yet. We’ve been working out the logistics of

eyes widen with delight. “Night classes? Oh, Ava, that’s wonderful! What are you

me ducking my head, a little embarrassed. I don’t admit that I’ve dropped out of everything at

Ava The

White Peak that Lisa

start over here, in hopes that the transfer couldn’t be traced. Neither of us are really sure how it

literature.” My fingers trace the spine of the book I just

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

belonging settling in my chest. “Thank you, Mrs. Elkins. That

a lot

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

these books?”

you

finish up

up with

of the books on a

that.”

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