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.

getting

I can feel her warm weight against me. Someone

chase around the garden. They call themselves wolves and can’t even catch

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

side.

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Kellan.

out the window and hasn’t even noticed that I’m awake, his brow furrowed

Lisa, Selene says, a whisper in my mind. He’s finally realized

What?

ma s no sense.

rare occurrence, but humans can be mates. He probably didn’t realize until he could smell her blood. It’s not uncommon. It’s a very faint scent in

How fascinating.

to be furious to

My heart sinks.

assures me, her voice strong and

yet?” I ask Kellan, whose head snaps in my direction.

You’re awake. How

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Lisa’s

Reaching for the side of my throat, I confirm that

burning in my chest, but I already

what that is.

a half–bond. We have to get rid of it.

that

Correct.

haven’t probably been poked and prodded

shortly, not willing to talk about

information on her?”

and shakes his head. “No. Nothing. You

eyes. Kind of

of his nose in frustration. “It’s impossible to find a single vampire

description.“.

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gut. “I’m sorry.

waves off my apology. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Ava. It’s a common problem

Their appearances are too

silver hair es give us a small hint about his age,” Kellan continues, “but even that isn’t

dye

only do they dye their hair, but

me at the thought. Vampires walking freely among the unsuspecting populace, wearing whatever disguise suits them best.

so long, Selene muses. Adaptation is necessary for any species to

Lisa’s been taken by an adaptive

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more than kittens

ask, trying to

have our ways. Every

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

every supernatural, Selene corrects, but I ignore

waiting for?

to sit up, but Kellan’s hand on my shoulder stops me. “Ava, you’re in

I insist, even as the room spins a little. “I can’t just sit here while Lisa’s

Ava. You’re not fully recovered. Your body needs time. Your wounds are

can feel the exhaustion pulling at me. The adrenaline that kept me going is fading,