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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 her.

her resolute stare tells me she’s dead serious. “Fine, but just a quick walk.

plate and shove it into the microwave, resigning myself to

dinner in favor of appeasing my restless. companion.

enough, nearly yanking me off my feet. I stumble after her, the crystal in my pocket seeming to grow heavier with every

air is a welcome relief

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the apartment, and I find myself falling into an easy rhythm, my earlier unease fading into the background. Selene trots ahead, her nose twitching as she investigates every nook and cranny, but her path seems guided by some

from home, but some inexplicable force holds my tongue. Instead, I let Selene lead, trusting in the bond we’ve forged over these past few

months.

have at least a half hour of walking to get back home. I’m hungry

but she ignores it. “Selene. Come on. Now!” I tug harder and try to start walking

direction.

me off my feet, and I stumble, barely catching

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one for these kinds of shenanigans. “Okay. Okay!

hasn’t gone potty once. Maybe she

beneath my boots echoing in the stillness. A shiver skitters down my spine. I can’t help but touch

our path. Selene forges ahead, her movements purposeful, almost urgent. I

limited to the occasional bout of mischief around the apartment. But this? This single–minded determination to

of sweat trickles down the nape of my neck as

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on an almost cloying quality. My pulse quickens, each breath

an unfamiliar heat

abdomen.

is happening to me?

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

a wave of dizziness washes over me. The world tilts precariously, the shadows lengthening and distorting until they seem to reach out with gnarled tendrils, seeking