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?”

got her out in the waiting room. I can bring

his reaction. He’s still staring at Ava, but I can see the tension in his jaw, the way

he’s not

good for her,” I say, since he seems content with letting

sure if it’s really Selene–she

and late out a high–nitshad

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Ava’s

that breaks my

forward, nearly yanking the

white sheets as she tries to get closer to Ava. Lucas starts to rise from his

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 admit why, but I can at least try

flashing with something dark and dangerous. A growl rumbles low in his throat, and I feel my heart stutter in my chest. Oh God. What have I

down now. Not when Ava needs me.

my grip tightening on his wrist even as

“Just let her stay.”

a moment Lear

I

Ava’s Absence

tightly I’m afraid

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

never

to her feet on the bed. She’s standing over Ava’s unconscious form, her hackles raised and her lips pulled back in a snarl. And she’s

breathe. Lucas and

beneath my fingers, and for a second, I’m sure he’s

miraculously, he takes a step back. His eyes never leave Selene’s, but he lowers his hand, his fingers uncurling from the

out, his voice tight

“The dog can stay. For now.”