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.”

not only have I been dragged home, now I have

No, thank you.

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

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

the TV as I rapidly cycle

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lead with tousled hair and a roguish grin. The over–the–top soundtrack swelling with orchestral passion as the camera pans over his chiseled

cheesy shifter romance Selene had been obsessed

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

1. me.

mate, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that could set the screen on fire. “I will never choose her,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble that

you go.

laugh. If only my life was as simple as worrying that my

woman.

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as Phoenix opens the door, but my body betrays me. The scent of a familiar, nausea–inducing wolf washes over me, thick and musky with

his face as he rakes his gaze over me. I fight back a shudder, memories of his cruel hands on my body making my skin crawl. I can smell the tuna on This breath from here, courtesy

now. I can’t even think about tuna

“If it isn’t little Ava Grey, back

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

it’s absolutely necessary,” he warns, his tone

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I don’t need any issues

then.”

and he gives a lazy shrug. “Whatever you say, Phoenix. We’ll be perfect

muscle in his jaw ticks, and I know he can smell my

sure you don’t

can we?”

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