Tangled

134 Ava: The Party (V)

134 Ava: The Party (V)

He seems nice, Selene says.

Yeah, he does. When we part so I can return to Lisa’s side, he doesn’t cling or say anything, just waves me off

and wanders back into the crowd.

Feeling buoyed by my success at dancing with a stranger and managing a conversation with someone. in the pack, I hunt Lisa down. The dance with Teddy has cemented something inside of me; no matter how handsome another man is, he doesn’t bring about the flutters that a single word from Lucas can stir in my belly.

I need girl advice tonight.

Trying to find Lisa in the throng of shifters is impossible. She’s nowhere to be found. My skin prickles with the sensation of being watched, assessed. Whispers hiss through the air, just quiet enough that I can’t make out the words. But I can imagine well enough what they’re saying.

Mia and Chloe are holding court with a group of male shifters. Mia’s dark hair tumbles over her shoulder as

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she laughs, leaning into the broad–shouldered man beside her. Chloe’s green eyes flick to mine, a smirk curling her lips. I quickly look away.

I don’t know what their goal was in bringing me here,

but I don’t need to know.

They’re not on my side. That’s enough to know I want nothing to do with them.

Someone jostles me from behind and I stumble, barely keeping my balance. A red plastic cup is shoved into my hand, sloshing sticky–sweet punch over the side.

“Oops, sorry!” a male voice calls, but when I turn to look, he’s already disappeared back into the crowd.

I stare down at the cup in my hand, the sickly artificial scent of fruit and alcohol wafting up to my nose. My stomach churns. I don’t want to be here anymore, suffocating under the weight of shifter superiority and teenage hormones. I just want to find Lisa and go

home.

Clutching the cup, I weave my way through the mass of bodies, heading for the refuge of the kitchen. It’s quieter there, only a few people milling about. I set the cup down on the counter with a shaky hand and pull

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out my phone.

are you? I can’t

the counter, watching the three dots that indicate Lisa is typing.

went 2 get air,

More like she

out in

can blame

text, a sinking feeling in my

never uses text spea‘

I’m fine. Think I might head out soon though. Not

where

[AVA: Kitchen.]

I’d set on the counter draws my gaze, the sticky–sweet scent of punch mingling with the

beside it.

still don’t understand why someone would just shove

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hands. Did they think I wanted one?

clear that parties aren’t my scene. I feel lost here.

whispers in my mind, her presence a comforting warmth. Stay alert.

Lisa’s sudden use of text speak and that odd wrong feeling that’s been

the back of my neck prickle, a shiver running down my spine despite the warmth

room.

smile tugging at the corners of

his brow furrowing as he takes in my expression. “You look a little…” He

fine,” I say automatically, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. “Just tired, I think. It’s been a

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his gaze dropping to the cup next to me. Something flashes in his eyes, too quick for me to catch, but it makes my stomach twist. He

he says, his voice light but his expression serious. “It’s

blink at him, confusion warring with a sudden surge of unease. “What? Why?”

the cup into the sink. The sickly sweet smell is stronger for a moment but he turns on the water and rinses it all down the drain, his movements quick and efficient,

on this one, okay? There’s some stuff going around

at him, my mind racing. What does he mean? What

me?

I ask, hating that I’m suspicious of the

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Ava: The

his pack,” he says, with a faint smile. “The alcohol level in the punch is a bit much for a newbie. You don’t drink much, do you? I

wrinkles every time you look at a drink.”

slowly, my voice sounding small even to my own ears. “Thanks,

fraction. “No problem. You sure you’re okay? You need

head, still feeling uneasy. “Thanks, but I’m good. My

he wants to say something more, but then he nods. “Alright. Well, take care of yourself, okay? And if you need anything, just let me

here.”

New?

pry. He hadn’t mentioned it, even when he talked about his

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