Tangled

22 Ava: Paranoia and Secrets (III)

22 Ava: Paranoia and Secrets (III)

I try to slip the crystal back into the drawer of my nightstand, but Selene darts forward, her body wriggling between me and the furniture like a furry battering ram. With a huff of frustration, I pull my hand back, the crystal still clutched in my fist.”

“Selene, down,” I scold, but she remains resolutely in my path, those pale blue eyes fixed on the object in my grasp.

Realizing this is a battle I won’t win, I shove the crystal into the pocket of my jeans, ignoring the uneasy weight that seems to settle in my gut at its presence. Selene’s tail wags, and she trots back toward the kitchen, pausing every few steps to glance over her shoulder, as if ensuring I follow.

The aroma of the sautéed vegetables greets me as I re–enter the kitchen, and my stomach rumbles in

anticipation. But as I move to finish plating the meal, Selene darts underfoot, nearly sending me sprawling. I sidestep her clumsily, shooting her a glare.

“What has gotten into you?” I mutter, stirring the

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contents of the pan with perhaps more force than

necessary.

Selene whines, her nose pointed toward the front. door, and understanding dawns.

“All right, all right.” I rush over to open the front door.

But Selene remains rooted to the spot, her gaze flickering between me and the door, an insistent whine escaping her. I frown as realization sets in–she wants

come with

resolute stare tells me she’s

a sigh, I scrape the food onto a plate and shove it into the microwave,

dinner in favor of appeasing my restless. companion.

leash onto her collar, and she darts out the door the second it’s open wide enough, nearly yanking me off my feet. I stumble after her, the crystal in my pocket seeming to

air is a welcome relief

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and

earlier unease fading into the background. Selene trots ahead, her nose twitching as she investigates every nook and cranny,

we turn back before we venture too far from home, but some inexplicable force holds my tongue. Instead, I let Selene lead, trusting in the bond

months.

home, and we have at least a half hour of walking to get back home. I’m hungry and worn out from the day, and I keep looking around like someone’s about to pop out of the shadows

ignores it. “Selene. Come

direction.

I stumble, barely catching myself before I fall. “You’ve gotta be

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of shenanigans. “Okay. Okay! I get it, you aren’t

once. Maybe she needs to walk

the crunch of fallen leaves and twigs beneath my boots echoing in the

in dappled streaks, casting an eerie glow over our path. Selene forges ahead, her movements purposeful, almost urgent. I tighten my grip on the leash, my heart. thrumming a staccato

to the occasional bout of mischief around the apartment. But this? This single–minded determination to lead me deeper into the

as the air seems to thicken around us,

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on an almost cloying quality. My pulse quickens, each

unfamiliar heat blossoms deep

abdomen.

is happening

her nose twitching as she scents the air, and I take the opportunity to glance around, trying to get my bearings. But the trees seem to blur together, an endless maze of bark and

leash as a wave of dizziness washes over me. The world tilts precariously, the shadows lengthening and distorting until they seem to