Tangled

140 Ava: Lisa’s Gone

“Ava!”

Kellan’s familiar voice should bring hope, but all I feel is despair as I stare into the distance, wishing that vampire would reappear.

A thousand of them could come and it would be fine. As long as they bring Lisa back.

“Ava! Can you hear me?”

Kellan’s face swims in and out of focus, a hazy blur against the night sky. I squint, trying to bring him into clarity, but it ike trying to grasp smoke.

“They have Lisa,” I whisper, the words scraping my throat raw. “The vampire… He took her.”

Kellan’s eyes widen, a flicker of anguish passing over his features before he schools them into careful neutrality. But I can see the tension in his jaw, the rigidity of his shoulders. He’s barely holding it together.

“I know, Ava. We’ll get her back.” His voice is strained, distracted. Like his mind is a million miles away even

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as he’s right here with me.

Strong arms scoop me up, cradling me against a broad chest. For a moment, I think it’s Kellan, but the scent is wrong. Earthy and unfamiliar, not the piney–leather smell I associate with him. I turn my head, blinking sluggishly at the face above me. It takes a moment for recognition to click into place. One of the guards from Lisa’s apartment. I can’t recall his name, but I

remember him standing sentry outside her door, stoic and watchful.

He carries me away from the carnage, away from the bodies strewn across the grass like broken dolls. I want to protest, to demand he put me down, but my limbs feel weighted, my tongue thick and useless in my

mouth.

Behind us, I can hear Kellan pacing, his footsteps heavy and agitated against the ground. He’s growling, the sound low and menacing, interspersed with words I can’t quite make out. But one stands out, sharp and clear amid the jumbled mess of my thoughts.

Mate.

He keeps saying it, over and over, like a mantra. Like a

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prayer.

I try to focus on him, to call out and ask what he means, but the world is tilting, spinning off its axis. Darkness creeps in at the edges of my vision, a black tide threatening to pull me under.

The last thing I see before unconsciousness claims me is Selene running in from the woodline, coming straight for me.

Ava!

***

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eyes.

is getting

agree, Selene grumbles, but I can feel her warm weight against

them on a right merry chase around the garden. They call themselves wolves and can’t even

rub my hands down her fur, turning my head to the presence I

side.

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Kellan.

hasn’t even noticed that

about Lisa, Selene says, a whisper in my mind. He’s finally realized that they’re

What?

That ma s no

smell her blood. It’s not uncommon. It’s a very faint scent in

How fascinating.

be furious

My heart sinks.

will get her back, Selene assures

we haven’t found her yet?” I ask Kellan, whose head

You’re awake. How do you

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throat, I confirm that the skin is unblemished. “Nothing wrong at

an odd burning in my chest, but I

what that is.

a half–bond. We have to

much about vampires–but I know that being bonded with one

Correct.

me over, like I haven’t probably been poked and prodded by numerous nurses and

healed,” I reply shortly, not willing to talk about what happened. “What about Lisa? Do we have

information on her?”

stiffens at her name and shakes his head.

Silver hair. Red eyes. Kind of

“It’s

description.“.

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swirls in my gut. “I’m sorry. I

apology. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Ava. It’s a

Their appearances are

small hint about his age,” Kellan continues, “but even that isn’t a guarantee anymore. Not with the new

dye

do they dye their hair, but they also

shiver runs through me at the thought. Vampires walking freely among the unsuspecting populace, wearing whatever disguise suits them best. It’s a chilling realization.

long, Selene muses. Adaptation is

been taken by an adaptive

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who sees us as nothing more than

her?” I ask, trying to keep the desperation from my voice.

have our ways. Every

leaves a trace. It’s just a matter of picking up the right

every supernatural, Selene corrects, but I ignore

we waiting for? Let’s go find her!”

stops me. “Ava, you’re in no

as the room spins a little. “I can’t just sit here while Lisa’s out there!”

fully recovered. Your body needs time.

argue, but I can feel the exhaustion pulling at me. The adrenaline that kept