Tangled

Chapter 96

96 Ava: Life in Westwood (I)

Lucas still calls me every night, but Lisa had helped encourage me to text him yesterday, asking for space, at least until he returns to Westwood.

I’m sure he gets hourly reports from all my guards, but at least I don’t have to worry about playing nice when I’m starting to feel resentful and frustrated, despite knowing I should be grateful for being saved.

I’m grateful to him for a lot. Having guards around should be a small price for all of this. It’s just hard.

“Welcome home!” Lisa exclaims as she flings open the door to her new apartment.

When Lisa said that Lucas had settled her into an

apartment, I’d expected something… I don’t know.

Normal?

This is far from normal.

The luxurious living room has been decorated in some

sort of eclectic, artistic mix of boho wall decor and minimalist furniture, leaving bright, wide open spaces with bright splashes of color and texture on the walls.

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Floor–to–ceiling windows flood the space with natural light, framed by curtains I’m afraid to even touch. How can curtains look so expensive?

A sleek kitchen gleams in the corner, all stainless steel appliances and marble countertops, with white

cabinets that are going to be a terrible experience to keep clean. It’s like the entire apartment was made with maid service in mind.

breathe, running my fingers along the back of the luxurious leather couch. “Lucas

didn’t he?”

don’t hear me,

don’t need a guard dog watching our every move in here. What, you think someone’s going to scale

the sprawling cityscape beyond the glass. Skyscrapers pierce the sky, glinting in

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People crowd the

It’s busy.

Grind and its cozy charm. From the little apartment

made my own.

From Selene.

mind like a contented cat. I keep reaching for her, hoping to brush against the familiar warmth of her consciousness, but there’s only silence. A void where she

effect of our bond. I’d hoped it meant Selene was getting closer, that

insidious and cold.

something happened to her? What if she’s hurt, or worse? The thought makes my stomach twist, bile rising in my throat.

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absence leaves me feeling only half myself.

I can will her

answer, just the muted sounds of

if he’s the alpha, Lucas doesn’t get to dictate every aspect of our lives!” Lisa’s voice cracks like a whip, jolting

Ava’s safety is our top priority. We can’t

vomit, but it’s the memories of Todd’s attack that flash behind my eyelids. The phantom pain of his

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the way his teeth dug into

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already curled up on the floor, hands over my head, waiting for the torment of my pack members to end.

my jaw, fighting against the wave of nausea. No, never again.

I survived. I fought back. And I won’t let anyone make me feel

and more. I’m looking forward to it in a way that makes me almost want to shy away from the newly bloodthirsty urge in my soul–the one that wants to slaughter anyone who looks at

wrong way.

lot of things,

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