Tangled

Chapter 59

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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.”

have I been dragged home, now I have to make

No, thank you.

couch, reaching for the remote. The soft fabric smells like the artificial scent of

frown deepening as I lazily flip through channels. I can feel the weight of 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 false sense of security for whatever twisted game he’s

to the TV as I

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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 soundtrack swelling with

Selene had been obsessed with at the apartment.

try to stop the feelings from overwhelming my heart. Terrible acting. Melodramatic plot.

1. me.

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

you go.

on a bitter laugh. If only my life was as simple as worrying that my

woman.

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scent of a familiar, nausea–inducing wolf washes over me, thick

a shudder, memories of his cruel hands on my body making my skin crawl. I can smell

favorite smells now. I

rumbles, never taking his eyes off me. “If it

other two shifters flank him, their leering stares just as unsettling. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, as

absolutely necessary,”

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soon for dinner. I don’t

then.”

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 my

to make sure you don’t try to run

can we?”

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