Tangled

Chapter 141

141 Ava: Determined to Find Her

141 Ava: Determined to Find Her

Lucas enters like a tornado, the doors slamming a gale–force breeze into my room.

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His hair is a mess, his amber eyes focused on me as he looks me over, categorizing every detail of my

appearance. O. e IV in my arm–again, the hospital gown, the bed. All of it.

I must pass muster, because about halfway through the room, his steps slow and his shoulders relax. “Ava.”

“Lucas.”

I hold my hands out when it’s clear he isn’t sure how to greet me, after our last parting.

He gives Selene a dark stare before sitting next to my legs and grabbing my hands, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “Are you okay?”

It’s funny–aside from feeling upset with myself and worried over Lisa, I hadn’t processed any other

emotions about the invasion.

Now, with him here, tears fill my eyes and my

shoulders shake as I remember the fear. How I was

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141 Ava: Determined to Find Her

positive I’d die by vampire. How gutted I feel with Lisa

gone.

The death of Teddy.

Of Bren.

of

All of it.

tears, and Lucas gathers me close,

don’t really hear.

caress of my mind. I can feel her slipping

more. I’m not even sure if it’s just today, or if it’s all the years before today that’s bringing me to

and nothing in particular, every wound my soul has

relief,

I cry.

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Determined to

And cry.

And cry.

me against him, whispering soft nothings in my ear and running his hands over my

find Lisa.

ì.

me i v sorry he is, how he should have kept me

his fault for being gone, for allowing such

his

he takes it

and ache with every blink. My head pounds with the furious rhythm of dehydration. My throat is shredded from—and I cringe to remember this–my wails, as if I were a grief–stricken heroine on some

to

some point and hooked up a bag of fluids at Lucas‘ quiet

now?” Lucas asks after a long

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to

rest against

I’m limp against him, too worn out to even pretend at

sigh, cuddling a little closer. “I want to help

beneath me, but he relaxes after a moment, still stroking my

no outright or arguing with me, and that lifts my heart. “Thank

to be ready, Selene

chest, I murmur, “I get it. Thank you.”

won’t risk Lisa’s life just to make myself

I’ll be ready.

the permission I need. I’ll do it.

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to

can bring

what I’m

while, his cheek resting on the

a moment of respite. A

that rumbles through his chest and into my

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