Tangled

Chapter 59

59 Ava: Homecoming (I)

When I walk downstairs, Phoenix is hanging up the phone. It strikes me how much I’ve changed when I realize I have no curiosity, no spark to ask who he was talking to.

I don’t care.

It’s either related to me in a way that isn’t going to be pleasant, or it will have nothing to do with me. That’s it. Those are the two options.

I have no urge to grow closer to the asshole who shares my genetics, so I don’t ask.

Instead, I plan.

I won’t be able to escape right away. I’m not even sure how I can escape. I have no money, no phone, no

contact with the outside world. But now that I’ve been

out there? Now that I’ve been on my own?

It doesn’t seem as impossible as it did when I lived

here.

If I just have a chance, I’ll take it.

“Some of the guys will be coming by to watch over

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you,” Phoenix announces, coming by to sniff at me. “Don’t start anything. There’s plenty in the fridge, so just make something for dinner. Don’t forget that Alpha Renard is coming.”

been dragged home, now

No, thank you.

couch, reaching for the remote. The soft fabric smells

He’s struggling, I can tell. Part of him

TV as I rapidly cycle through channels, a kaleidoscope of colors and noise filling

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male lead with tousled hair and a roguish grin. The over–the–top soundtrack swelling

the same cheesy shifter romance Selene had been obsessed with

chest sharpens as I take it all in, judging it clinically in my head to try to stop the feelings from overwhelming my heart. Terrible

1. me.

could set the screen on fire. “I will never choose her,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble that is probably sending thousands of women across the country

you go.

choke on a bitter laugh. If only my life was

woman.

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on the door. I try not to tense as Phoenix opens the door, but my body betrays me. The scent of a familiar, nausea–inducing wolf washes over me, thick and

shudder, memories of his cruel hands on my body making my skin crawl. I can smell the tuna on This breath from here, courtesy of the tuna

smells now. I can’t

rumbles, never taking his eyes off me. “If it isn’t little Ava Grey, back where she belongs.”

as unsettling. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, as Phoenix turns to face them.

necessary,” he

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soon for dinner. I don’t need any issues

then.”

at the threat, and he gives a lazy shrug.

force myself to meet it head–on, refusing to show fear. A muscle in his jaw ticks, and I know he can smell

taking a step closer. “We’re just here to make sure you don’t try to run off again. Can’t have our alpha’s prize getting loose, now

can we?”

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