Tangled

57 Ava: Stunned

I scream, my voice raw with terror as the door beside me is wrenched open. Before I even look, I throw a punch in their direction.

But it’s not one of the armed assailants–it’s Phoenix.

My brother’s face is set in grim lines, his mouth a tight slash of determination. My fist is held by his hand as though I’m a child throwing a tantrum–with the ease of someone far more powerful than me.

He lets go and cuts my seatbelt with a knife before grabbing me in an almost painful grip.

Ivy is still slumped in the backseat beside me, a trickle of blood oozing from the gash on her forehead. She’s completely still, her head lolling at an unnatural angle.

My stomach roils violently, and I have to swallow back a surge of nausea. Is she…?

“She’s alive,” Phoenix says gruffly, as if reading my mind. “For now.”

“Come on, we have to move,” he growls, already tugging me out of the wrecked sedan.

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I stumble after him in a daze, my mind whirling. Phoenix? Here? How-?

What’s happening, Ava? Selene’s voice, taut with concern, rings in my head.

I shake my head mutely, too shaken to articulate a response. Phoenix is already hustling me towards one of the blue sedans idling in front of Ivy’s car. The driver, a tall, powerfully–built shifter I don’t recognize, jumps out and rushes to open the rear door.

“Get in,” Phoenix barks at me, giving me a firm shove towards the open door.

I scramble inside without protest, my entire body quivering with a bone–deep chill. The rear door slams shut, and Phoenix is already circling around to the passenger side. “Airport,” he snaps at the driver as he clambers inside. “And step on it.”

We peel away from the curb with a violent squeal of tires, the force slamming me back against the seat.

Ava, talk to me, Selene urges, her mental voice tinged with a rare edge of panic. What’s going on? Who are those men?

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thoughts. The image of the driver

the back of my eyelids, making

class isn’t enough. It was all

following us. The one who pulled me out of the car…

to swallow hard, struggling to compose myself. I’d tried so hard to hide. How did

around me like a

you’re never going to make it in time. We’re heading for the airport. That means

no point running. They have more people. They have cars. They have guns. Ones that

face me, his gaze raking over me, assessing.

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to meet his stare, keeping my expression carefully neutral. “Probably because I’ve been living with other shifters,” I

too.”

head, his mouth tightening into a grim line. “No, it’s

He knows

does he know?

well I don’t have a wolf

press further, turning back around to face the front. I let out a

that damn burner phone.

started getting comfortable, expecting to be able to go

And now this.

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a

Phoenix asks,

onto the interstate.

to see if I’ll lie to him, or if he genuinely doesn’t

he doesn’t

doesn’t, that means Cedarwood

say, deliberately misinterpreting his question. “I’m not sure if he comes

“No!”

can see how tense he is by the prominent veins in his neck, so I shut my mouth.

me again. “We’ve been worried sick

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trying to hide my incredulity. That’s complete bullshit–they’ve made it abundantly clear they don’t give a damn about me.

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