Tangled

50 Ava: The Grey Girl

“Good morning,” Clayton says with a smile, and I step back to let him into the apartment. He pauses for just a moment when he sees Selene, and I wait for the questions–but he doesn’t ask any.

He’s polite like that.

Honestly, outside of my paranoia and not wanting to rely on him, he seems like a pretty great guy.

Clayton strides into the kitchen like he owns it–which, I mean, he does–while I stand around feeling awkward and out of place in this fancy apartment. He seems so at home here, like he belongs.

“Everything okay with the phone?” he calls out from the kitchen. “You didn’t text me this morning.”

“Oh, uh, no issues,” I reply, glancing down at the sleek new device on the end table. “I just woke up a little while ago and haven’t set it up yet.” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

There’s a brief pause, and then the sound of a pot clattering onto the stove. “Have you eaten?”

I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “No,

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not yet.”

“Well, go relax then. I’ll whip up some breakfast.”

Before I can protest, he emerges from the kitchen, those intense green eyes fixing me with a look that brooks no argument. Grasping my shoulders, he turns me towards the plush couch and gives me a gentle nudge in that direction.

“Go on, I’ve got this.”

I open my mouth to argue, but one glance at his resolute expression has me snapping it shut again. Instead, I just nod and make my way over to the couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a sigh.

Selene, ever my loyal companion, leans against me as she focuses on her show, resting her head on my lap. I absently run my fingers through her soft fur, trying to ignore the sounds of Clayton puttering around in the kitchen.

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having someone else cook for me. Take care of me. I’m so used to being the one doing all the work, all the cooking and cleaning.

But at the

The Grey

taken care of, instead of being the one doing all the

an alpha who thinks he’s my

dislodge those thoughts. I can’t afford to get too comfortable here, too used to having Clayton around. This isn’t permanent, no matter how much he might want it to

bacon on a hot pan has my ears perking up–Selene’s, too–and the smell reaches my nose

can let him take care of me for just a little

get a little comfortable, right? Since I can’t

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with Clayton is comfortable.

me. No more kisses on the forehead. He’s just there, polite and

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taken care

course, she doesn’t have anything against Clayton in the first

snide remarks she throws in about Lucas every

I focus on my cup of creamer with a

of o

can see Clayton giving my drink a

lot of flavor

to enjoy myself just as his phone rings. I try to settle into my role as a couch potato, but my ears can’t help picking up

sip at it, letting the sugary taste linger on my tongue as I try to ignore the snippets of

filtering through my ears. His

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the mindless chatter of the television

with Blackwood is

I clutch my mug a little tighter, the warmth seeping

his demands, but they’re refusing…”

sinks as the implications of

sink in.

a war coming after

girl seems to be at the

it before the scalding liquid spills all over my lap. My breath catches in

girl.