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.

along the back of the luxurious

didn’t he?”

don’t hear me, because–well, they’re still

don’t need a guard dog watching our every move in here. What, you think

focusing instead on the sprawling cityscape beyond the glass. Skyscrapers pierce the sky, glinting in the afternoon sun. Cars crawl along the streets below, tiny

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height. People crowd the

It’s busy.

Grind

made my own.

From Selene.

presence curled around my mind like a contented cat.

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

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. I can’t lose her. She’s

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leaves me feeling only half myself.

I can will her

no answer, just the muted sounds of the city and Lisa’s ongoing argument with

Lisa’s voice cracks like a whip, jolting me out of

“Lisa, I understand your frustration. But Ava’s safety is our top priority. We can’t take any chances. Not all the Blackwoods are accounted for, and there’s a

Thinking of Mom and Dad makes me want to vomit, but it’s the memories of Todd’s attack that

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way his teeth dug into

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over my head, waiting for the torment of my pack members to end. Of the day I’d resolved to leave my pack. Of his nasty

fighting against the wave of

back. And I won’t let anyone make me feel powerless again, not even the man who claims to

me almost want to

wrong way.

lot of things, I guess.

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