Tangled

110 Lisa: Ava’s Absence (III)

Lucas’s shoulders stiffen, and he turns to look at the

healer with a frown. “Still no answers?” he asks, his voice rough with disuse.

Vanessa sighs, her expression sympathetic. “I’m sorry, Alpha. We’re doing everything we can.”

Lucas nods curtly and turns back to Ava, his brow furrowed in thought. Vanessa catches my eye over his shoulder and gives me a subtle shake of her head.

At first, I’m confused. But then it hits me–she must be trying to tell me that Ava isn’t pregnant. A wave of relief washes over me, followed immediately by a pang of guilt. I shouldn’t be happy about this, not when Ava is still lying there unresponsive.

But at least it’s one less thing to worry about. One less complication in an already tangled web.

I slump back in my chair, suddenly exhausted. It’s been a long day, and the emotional roller coaster has taken. its toll. I close my eyes, just for a moment, and let the steady rhythm of Ava’s heartbeat lull me into a light

doze.

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110 Lisa: Ava’s Absence (1)

I’m not sure how much time passes before I’m startled awake by a soft knock at the door. Vanessa pokes her head in, her expression apologetic.

“Sorry to disturb you,” she says, keeping her voice low. “But I thought you might want to know–Kellan just arrived with Ava’s dog.”

I sit up straighter, blinking the sleep from my eyes.

“Selene’s here?”

“He’s got her out in the waiting room. I can bring her

see the tension in his jaw, the way his

he’s not protesting.

I say, since he seems content with letting me make

a scrawny silver husky trailing behind him on a leash. For a moment, I’m not sure if it’s

in the hoonital had and late

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Lisa Ava’s

breaks

lunges forward, nearly yanking

white sheets as she tries to get closer to Ava.

His skin is hot beneath my fingers, and I can feel the tension thrumming through him like a live wire. “I think… I think it might be good for her. To have Selene close.” I can’t

rumbles low in his throat, and I feel my heart stutter in my chest. Oh God. What have I done? The look on his face… it’s like he’s barely holding himself back from tearing

back down now. Not when Ava needs me.

his wrist even

let her

a moment

I

Ava’s Absence (II)

tightly I’m afraid

Then, slowly, he raises his free hand, and I brace myself for the blow.

it never

bed. She’s standing over Ava’s unconscious form, her hackles raised and her lips pulled back

barely breathe. Lucas and Selene stare each other down, husky to wolf. And

arm bunch beneath my fingers, and for a

eyes never leave Selene’s, but

he grits out, his voice tight with barely

can stay. For now.”