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.”

I been dragged home, now I have

No, thank you.

plop down on the worn couch, reaching for the remote. The soft fabric smells like the artificial scent of clean linen. A scent I’ve grown

his gaze, disapproval radiating off him in waves. He’s struggling, I can 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

eyes remain glued to the TV as I

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roguish grin. The over–the–top soundtrack swelling with orchestral passion as the camera pans

cheesy shifter romance Selene had been obsessed with at the

as I take it all in, judging it clinically in my head to try to stop the feelings

1. me.

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

you go.

my life was as

woman.

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The scent of a familiar, nausea–inducing

immediately finding me on the couch. A slow, predatory smile stretches across his face as he rakes his gaze over me. I fight back a shudder, memories of his cruel hands on

favorite smells now. I can’t even think about

rumbles, never taking his eyes off me. “If it isn’t

flank him, their leering stares just as unsettling. I swallow hard, my mouth

unless it’s absolutely necessary,”

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

then.”

lazy

it head–on, refusing to show fear. A muscle in his

sure you don’t try to run off again. Can’t

can we?”

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