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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Vanessa prompts,

is a conversation I’m probably going to have a lot in this place, so I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the admission

my voice doesn’t waver a single iota is something I’m proud

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

he showed

around for him to show up again,

did?

did. He came for you,

me at the thought. None of this makes sense in my head, and I

anymore.

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I can’t help but wonder what’s going through her mind with my admission. Before I can

a small smile. “For now, let’s

body protests

shirt, revealing crisp white bandages wrapped around my midsection.

fingers lightly tracing the outline

I remember getting the injury.

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

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the trauma lingers. Having a flash of those teeth snapping at me, sinking into my neck, my face, my

It’s a lot.

expression turns grave as she continues her assessment. “Unfortunately, there was widespread infection, particularly in the wounds where you were bit. It

I blink. “Coded?”

I died?

“Yes. Between your blood loss and the rapid infection, your

short time.” 2

is probably rude,

know if I almost

seems like that’s the kind of thing that sticks

were unconscious,” she

you stabilized just in time”

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Hospital,

“You’re welcome. It was some of my

smile back is an effort, but I

pass muster, because

on, her face settling back into

mask.

we will be able to tailor your medicine to the infection. Right now, you’re on three different broad–spectrum antibiotics

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