Tangled

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Lucas‘ scent hits me after I’ve already tried to murder him.

An unmistakable blend of the outdoors, of amber and

campfire smoke, of something so uniquely mate that it draws me in even through the pain of our past.

It’s him. He’s here.

The knife clatters from my trembling hand as every muscle in my body goes lax with relief. I’d been so tense, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap, terrified of losing my life tonight. But now Lucas is here.

He came for me.

“Lucas,” I breathe out, hope and prayer all in one, the sound barely more than a whisper. My entire body crumples, overworked in its stress.

He’s really here. I’m not dreaming. He’s not a

hallucination. This is real. Real.

My mate.

My savior.

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Strong arms wrap around me, drawing me in against an embrace both hard and warm, filled with assurance

and yearning. His hands hold me as if I’m some tender, precious thing, going from my back, up to the back of my head, brushing gently against my hair. He’s dropping kisses over the top of my head, against my eyebrows, then my eyes, whispering my name in a ragged chant before crushing me to him once again.

“Ava. Ava. Sweet Ava. You’re safe now. Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, Ava. You’re safe now.” His voice rumbles, vibrating his chest against my cheek. One hand cradles my head, the other runs soothing lines down my back.”

I want to respond. I want to ask him why he’s here. To thank him for coming. To tell him how terrified I was. To explain everything. But only a choked sob comes out as all the emotions of the last few days takes over, gripping my body in a cold–fingered grip of horror and

distress.

Tears pour down my face, soaking into the fabric of his shirt as I cling to him, as if letting him go means I can never see freedom again.

holds me closer. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Let it out. I’m

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need to move,” a shifter I didn’t

from behind

his chest, rubbing me in that soothing rhythm as I

you need to bring with you?” Lucas

Nothing.

here worth

Ava. We need to go fast, before anyone notices

choppy movement of my head, blowing out a shuddering breath, then filling

Another breath out.

his arms, sliding one under my legs and lifting me as

exhausted to feign modesty, or worry if I’m too heavy. I just lean against him,

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says, but he’s talking over his shoulder,

urge to think about the past–his rejection, my complicated feelings for Clayton, or the tangled web that brought me here. I just want to be a boneless

and I jerk slightly in his

voice. “I think there’s a

and hands it to one of the shifters accompanying

and familiar, very neutral–seeming. “This will help conceal your scent for a while,” he explains, before handing me a small pill. “And swallow this. It’s a long–lasting scent

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you by scent.”

pill leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, but I welcome the added protection it

rescue, but with Lucas–despite our history–I

like that, I guess.

at a clipped pace. Lucas leads the way, his strides purposeful and determined, and the strange shifter with

as we leave

The humid summer air is heavy with the scent of earth and foliage. Our footsteps are muffled by the soft ground, but the snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves/betray our passage.

one

scent diffusers are

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and underbrush. Lucas never falters, his grip on me secure and unwavering. I press my face against his chest, focusing

I can walk, but my entire body protests at the

blur as we navigate the labyrinth of the forest, putting as much distance as possible between us and the Blackwood territory. The

going?” I ask, after what feels like hours. Lucas‘ breathing has never faltered, even while

cars. From there, you’ll be taken straight to Westwood. I have to stay here-” there’s agony on his

learned enough to understand that this is