Tangled

63 Ava: Homecoming (V)

The next few days are agonizing.

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There are shifters outside my house every hour of the

day.

Mom and Dad have disappeared, doing… Honestly, I don’t know what they’re doing.

Phoenix was never around much to begin with, so I’m not surprised that I don’t see him.

It occurs to me that I haven’t seen Jessa even once

since I’ve been home, but, again, not really surprised. It

isn’t like we were ever close.

So I pace in my childhood home, trapped, with no idea what’s coming next, building nightmare after

nightmare of assumptions in my mind. Sometimes I catch Selene’s show on TV and watch that. Other times I watch the news, a habit I’ve gotten used to since working at The Novel Grind. Mrs. Elkins often had it on in the background.

It’s amazing how sheltered I was from the human world, even when living in it. I see why Dad never let

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me watch the news; it’s enlightening to see how things. are outside of the views of your pack.

I always knew they were a little outdated. After being in the Aspen territory, I’ve learned that my family pack is barely out of the Dark Ages. Now that my eyes have been opened, there are so many details I can pick out that are just wrong.

The fact that I had a phone at all was a miracle–of course, I bought it with my own money.

Jessa begged Dad for one when she was twenty–one, and he relented. But so many women in the pack don’t have a cell phone at all. My dad is sometimes

considered a little too lenient on his women.

for me, of

the fashion. Married she–wolves don’t go out much, and don’t have jobs. They’re stuck at the mercy of their mates, if their mate has any at all.

his child. At The Novel Grind, I would often see a father come in with his child, looking for a book or having them read while they do their work. It’s a scene I’ve never seen at

home.

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don’t think

amazing what a few months of freedom will do

you.

Carlos, and Franklin. Of Clayton and Ivy. Of

long they’ll stay worried for, and

get me wrong…

to

don’t know how quickly I can

brain, I don’t know how to get

They’d catch me within hours. The only way to escape is with a car. Or

a boat, if we

country.

interrupts my pacing,

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door opens without waiting for a response. Alpha Renard strides in, smiling sweetly,

voice like poison to the little happiness I’ve managed to

arm. I fight the urge to recoil. “I trust you’re settling

keeping my expression neutral. Renard’s gaze rakes over me, and I resist the instinct to cover myself, even though I’m fully dressed. There’s something predatory in the way he looks

wanted to discuss a few things

twisted scheme he has in

discuss?”

me toward the couch, his grip/firm enough that I

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“Please, have a seat. This might take a while.”

perch on the edge of the cushions, my

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me, entirely too close for my liking,

the conundrum. You have no direction, no purpose. These are all

dalliances.”

keep my expression blank, giving him no reaction to latch onto.

drawn to them, in your confused state. And yet look at the lies they give.