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.”

only have I been dragged home, now I have

No, thank you.

remote. The soft fabric smells like the artificial scent

tell. Part of him wants to chew me out like the disappointment I am. The other part is trying to play nice, to lull me into a false sense

satisfaction of acknowledging either side. My eyes remain glued to the TV as I rapidly cycle through channels, a kaleidoscope of

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a familiar scene catches my eye. A hunky male lead with tousled hair and a roguish grin. The over–the–top

romance Selene had been obsessed with at the apartment.

it all in, judging it clinically in my head to try to stop the feelings from overwhelming my heart. Terrible acting. Melodramatic plot. Cringeworthy dialogue. A lump forms in my throat,

1. me.

never choose her,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble that is probably sending thousands of women across

you go.

If only my life was as simple as worrying that my mate would want

woman.

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a familiar, nausea–inducing wolf washes over me, thick and musky with undertones of sweat and aggression. My heart pounds against my ribcage as if begging to be let

slow, predatory smile stretches across his face as he rakes his gaze over me. I fight back a shudder, memories of his cruel

I can’t even think about tuna

me. “If it isn’t little Ava Grey,

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

it’s absolutely necessary,” he warns, his

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soon for dinner. I don’t need any issues before

then.”

lazy shrug. “Whatever you say, Phoenix.

refusing to show fear. A muscle in his

“We’re just here to make sure you don’t try to run off again.

can we?”

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