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

into the back of my eyelids, making my stomach churn.

isn’t enough. It was

were following us. The one who pulled

to compose myself. I’d tried

calming presence wrapping around me like a soothing balm. It’s

going to make it in time. We’re heading for the airport. That means they’re going

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

to face me, his gaze raking over me, assessing. “Why do you smell like a shifter?” he demands.

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force myself to meet his stare, keeping my expression carefully neutral. “Probably because I’ve been

too.”

line. “No, it’s different. More than just

He knows about Clayton.

does he

I don’t have a wolf of my own, and they can never prove that Selene exists. I

around to face the front. I let out a slow, shaky

just got that damn burner phone.

started getting comfortable, expecting to be

And now this.

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like I’m being punished for having a

this whole time?” Phoenix asks, breaking the silence

onto the interstate.

trick question to see if I’ll

hope he

doesn’t, that means Cedarwood is still safe.

town,” I say, deliberately misinterpreting his question. “I’m not sure if he comes back today. Do you

“No!”

see how tense he is by the prominent

been worried sick about

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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

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