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.

out. I’m

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to move,” a shifter I didn’t notice

behind

to look at him, but Lucas holds my head firmly against his chest, rubbing me in that soothing

need to bring with you?” Lucas asks, and

Nothing.

nothing here worth keeping.

I’m going to carry you, Ava. We need to go

choppy movement of my head, blowing out a

Another breath out.

arms, sliding one under my legs and lifting me as though I weigh no more than a sack of

or worry if I’m too heavy. I just lean against him, trying to breathe in a way that sounds

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his shoulder, so

the room, I fight the 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

at my consciousness, and I jerk slightly in his hold. “Wait,”

my voice. “I think there’s a tracker

shifters accompanying us. Without blinking, the

produces a small canister and sprays me down with a fine mist. The scent is earthy 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 diffuser

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you by scent.”

his team implicitly. The pill leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, but I welcome the

Clayton came to my rescue, but with

crazy like that, I guess.

taken, things move at a clipped pace. Lucas leads the way, his strides purposeful and determined, and the strange shifter with the scent diffusing drugs is

shadows as we leave the

only by the occasional beam of moonlight filtering through the canopy above. 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

smell a single one of them, I

diffusers are amazing.

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and underbrush. Lucas never falters, his grip on me secure and unwavering. I press my face against his chest, focusing on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the reassuring strength

but my entire body

forest, putting as much distance as possible between us and the Blackwood territory. The only sounds are

going?” I ask, after what feels like hours. Lucas‘ breathing has

he answers, his words soft. “We have cars. From there, you’ll be taken straight to Westwood. I have to stay here-” there’s agony on his face as he says this, a spasm in

learned enough to