Tangled

Chapter 82

82 Ava: Hospital, Again

Vanessa looks at me with confusion etched on her face. I’d laugh a little, except I’m a little too worried about her calling me by a title I shouldn’t have.”

“You’re… not our Luna?” she asks, in this careful way

that makes me think she’s been told the exact

opposite.

Has Lucas been spreading the word that I’m his Luna? Because that seems a little presumptuous. No, not a little; a lot presumptuous.

It’s hard to be too angry when he risked his life to save me, but it’s not impossible, so I seethe a little on the inside, shaking my head,

There’s a ringing in my ears and an increase in the throbbing ache of my face when I do, so I stop, holding up a hand instead. “No. No, I’m not.”

Vanessa’s gaze goes from the top of my head, down my body, and eventually to the side of my neck, despite it being covered in bandages. Her brow furrows as she considers my words.

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I take the opportunity to study her. She’s cute. If she didn’t smell like a wolf and I had to choose an animal

for her to be able to shift into, I’d choose something tiny and fluffy, like a rabbit. Or a red panda. She has some curves to her and a soft face, with large, doe–like eyes and lashes that are too long to be real. Despite the lack of make–up on her face, I suspect she at least

throws on some false lashes and mascara.

I would, too, if I knew how to do it. Short eyelashes

suck.

“But you are Lucas‘ mate, aren’t you?” Her question throws me off. I was too distracted by looking at her face and pondering if there was anything out there that could shift into a red panda.

A lump forms in my throat at the mention of his name. Unable to meet her gaze, I lower my eyes to the light quilt over my legs. It isn’t the kind you’d normally find in a hospital. Instead, it’s a real blanket that you’d see in someone’s home. Between that and the shirt I’m wearing, I have a feeling that I’m getting special privileges due to this misunderstanding.

“Yes, I suppose, I don’t sound very confident, because

I’m not.

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prompts, leaning

a conversation I’m probably going to have a lot in this place, so I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the admission that still stings, even after all this time. “He rejected me. Months ago.”

doesn’t waver a single iota is something I’m

not my fault. He rejected me. That’s a him problem, not a me problem. Right? Who rejects their fated mate?

just know that he

was kidnapped before I could wait around for him to show up again, but–who knows

did?

course he did. He came for you,

this makes

anymore.

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shifts to one of amused thoughtfulness, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going through her mind with my admission. Before I can dwell on it further, she seems to

a story for another time,” she says with a small smile. “For now, let’s take a look at

closer to the bed, and I brace myself for the inevitable discomfort. My entire body protests movement,

the oversized shirt, revealing crisp white bandages wrapped around my

gashes here,” she explains, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of the bandages. “Claw

I remember getting the

and shoulders, where I can feel the stinging remnants of bite marks. “These were mostly caused by teeth,

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but the trauma lingers. Having a flash of those teeth snapping

It’s a lot.

in the wounds where you were bit. It set in rapidly. You’ve had a high fever for two days,

I blink. “Coded?”

I died?

grimaces. “Yes. Between your blood loss and the rapid infection, your heart rate ceased to

short time.” 2

is probably

know if

of thing

were unconscious,” she

we got you stabilized just

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was some of my

is an effort,

must pass muster, because she

her face settling back into a

mask.

IV, which has helped a lot already. Your cultures should be back later today and we will be able to tailor your medicine to the infection. Right now,

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