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.

running my fingers along the back of the luxurious leather couch. “Lucas really went all out,

didn’t he?”

hear me, because–well, they’re still

don’t need a guard dog watching our

the sprawling cityscape beyond the glass. Skyscrapers pierce the sky, glinting in the afternoon sun. Cars crawl along

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height. People

It’s busy.

the Novel Grind and its

made my own.

From Selene.

thought of her. It’s been so long since I’ve heard her voice in my head, felt her presence curled around my mind like a

such a rate that I’d truly expected to hear Selene in my head any day now, assuming it was a side effect of our bond. I’d hoped it meant Selene was getting closer, that she’d found a way to reach me despite the distance. But as the hours

insidious and cold.

What if she’s hurt, or worse? The thought makes my stomach twist, bile rising

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absence leaves me

press my forehead against the cool glass, squeezing my eyes shut as if I can will her into existence through sheer desperation. Please, Selene, I beg silently. Please be okay. I

there’s no answer, just the muted sounds of the city

lives!” Lisa’s voice cracks like

priority. We

me shuddering. Thinking of Mom and Dad makes me want to vomit,

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teeth dug into my neck

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waiting for the torment of my pack members to end. Of the day I’d resolved to leave my pack. Of his nasty dick shoved into my

at 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 powerless again,

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

wrong way.

will change a lot of things,

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