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154 Ava: Their Connection (1)

My face falls, but he reaches out, cupping my cheek with one warm hand. "I'm furious that you put yourself in danger. That's all." Well, that's fair.

But I'd do it again. In a heartbeat. No matter what he thinks.

His eyes narrow. "You're thinking that you'd do it again, aren't you?" Suspicion laces his voice.

Maybe avoiding the question is better than answering it. "Where do we go from here?"

"With what?" His thumb rubs over my cheek, his golden eyes dark as he watches me.

"Everything. Lisa. The vampires. My powers."

He sighs. "I don't know. It's a lot to think about."

When his hand drops from my face, I'm disappointed by the absence of his warmth. Still, I try to focus on what's important. "Have you ever heard of the Mad Prince before?"

"No." Lucas frowns. "Unfortunately, we don't know a lot about vampires and the Unregistered cities. A few basic things, but we've become complacent in the overall peace of the world. I'm going to have to fix tha

"How?"

His head shakes slightly, and his eyes look a little unfocused. He's probably talking to Kellan through the pack link again, so I wait patiently for him to finish.

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154 Ava. Thoir Connection (1)

"It's dangerous to send scouts to the Unregistered city," he murmurs. "Few make it back alive."

His words are a shock, and my hands grow cold. I understand that I'm a little sheltered, but I've watched enough human news to know a few things. I had no idea the relationship with vampires was that fraught. "There are humans who live in the Unregistered cities. Plenty of people come and go through them-they are a modern city like any other. Internet, stores, cars. But they don't welcome most shifters."

I hesitate, thinking back on my conversation with Sister Miriam. "It sounds like they do some business with rogue wolves."

"Yes." He frowns. "That doesn't help us, though."

No, but if I work with Sister Miriam...

But by the look on Lucas' face, I don't think that's going to be an option in his mind.

Of course not.

Isn't Selene supposed to be watching TV?

I can still hear you two, you know.

"Ava." His voice grabs my attention, as he grips my hands tightly. "I need you to promise me that you aren't going to see Sister Miriam without talking to me first."

"Lucas..."

happen in

Ava. Their Connection

be in a few

logical part of me already recognizes that, I can't reconcile the thought of Lisa being in danger for that long

up, Ava. But we need to

quite meet his eyes.

the right answer is, but I don't like

be a part of this, remember? I'm not shutting you out. I'm not stopping you from saving her. We just need to take it one step

Kellan's-"

his gaze

little straighter, and this time the conversation ends quickly. "How quickly can you be packed?" he asks,

"Now."

minutes, he's back. "Your mother isn't talking. She won't until she sees

Mom.

forgotten about her, focused only on Sister

Their

I say without hesitation. Never seeing her again would be the option I'd choose at any other time, but not now. Not with Lisa's safety

what she needs. We'll head to the airport in about

ask

still recovering." Lucas points out. "I'm not risking

health over this."

"That's fine. I

"I

for your pack. You've suffered a tragedy, and they need their alpha." Reaching out, I grab his hand. "Send Kellan with me.

is there, too. And... Clayton." Lucas watches me with

good friend." The emphasis on the word doesn't go unnoticed, and I watch his shoulders relax slightly. "I need to talk to Clayton, too. About us. I haven't really done it, and he deserves a face-to- face

brings my hand to his lips, dropping a soft kiss against the

as if he's holding himself back from

touch his face, my fingers brushing against the harsh stubble on

Their

circles

the exhaustion, the toll of this

here with me,

insanity of

or making me feel less

starved of affection, his eyes.

in a gentle kiss. He shudders, his hand

Tender. Sweet. Peaceful.

A moment for lovers.

But in doing

this right, as

need to match

Can I do that?

my waist as he stands, the angle of our kiss deepening as

mine, his tongue invading

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