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

But at the

The

being the one doing all the taking care. It’s

alpha who thinks he’s

get too comfortable here, too used to having Clayton around. This isn’t

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

can let him take care of me for just

a sin to get a little comfortable, right? Since I

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with Clayton

me. No more kisses on the forehead. He’s just

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taken care

have anything against Clayton in the first place. She doesn’t like the

in about Lucas every time he comes

to think about him, I focus on my cup of creamer with a splash of coffee, adding another spoon

of o

Clayton giving my drink a little

don’t like coffee without a lot of

enjoy myself just as his phone rings. I try to settle into my

pure comfort, and I sip at it, letting the sugary

through my ears. His deep,

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tune out, even with the mindless chatter of the

with Blackwood

words send a shiver down my spine, and I clutch my mug a little tighter, the

demands, but

as the implications of his words start to

sink in.

a war coming after all?

at the

fingers, and I barely manage to catch it before the scalding liquid spills all over my lap. My

girl. Me?