Tangled

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189 Ava: Mom's Legacy (II)

Rubbing Selene's head, my own spins when trying to understand the things she's saying.

Honestly, it's no wonder she's been so subdued.

There are things that clash within me, she says, resting her head

on her paws.

"Like what?"

Her eyes roll in my direction. Like my past as Lycan Queen. remember that I-ruled, but I don't remember how. I fear I will not be able to guide you along as a Luna as well as I once thought I would. "Does it matter? We can learn together." Trying to soothe her

worries, I run both my hands down her spine, giving her a little dog massage. She seems to enjoy it, because she nuzzles a little deeper into the bed, stretching out her legs.

I want to help you, but it's fuzzy. I hate it.

There's a little worry in my head, like this is some portent of some future danger. But how? It's a few missing memories. When you're a soul from the past transplanted into a modern day dog, there's bound to be

I don't know. I've never done it before.

She sounds miserable, so I rub a little harder. "You'll be okay. I don't need you to be overly wise. I just need you to be you. We can figure out all the growing pains as we go."

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Selene's tail wags a little as she flops onto her back, paws flailing in the air. A soft whine escapes her throat, her eyes pleading with me to rub her belly. I can't help but chuckle at the sight. For all her wisdom and cryptic warnings, and the soul of a Lycan within, she's still a dog where it matters.

A little to the left, she instructs, her e echoing in my mind. No, no, back to the right. Ah, perfect.

My fingers find the spot she's indicating, and I scratch it vigorously. Her hind leg starts thumping against the bed in a steady rhythm, a sign of pure canine bliss.

A sharp knock at the door interrupts our bonding moment. Three precise raps, followed by the creak of the door as it inches open.

The bodyguard pokes his head in, just as promised, his eyes scanning the interior with a practiced efficiency.

"Doing okay in here, ma'am?" he asks, his voice gruff but not

unkind.

him a nod in response.

glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Very good, ma'am. I'll be right outside if you need anything. Ten more minutes." He

sorry, I should have

weathered brow, surprised by the question. "It's

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Marcus.

me alone with Selene once more. Suddenly self-conscious about sitting on the bed playing with my dog, I stand up and stretch. Selene rolls back onto her stomach, her head cocked to the side as she

embarrassed, shys. It's good

should finish unpacking. We

a while."

say Vanessa wouldn't be here

at the idea of her shows. She hasn't

and I've spent

avoiding thinking about it too closely, clinging to Sister Miriam's words that

my weak ass to

not

to leave Lisa in Lucas' capable hands, trusting him to save her, while I do my best not to get

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the more time will be wasted when he drops everything to

can watch something while I order dinner. Jericho said he wanted to talk to

things anyway."

your traini again. I heard him talking to the guards about you being

butter, and fatter too.

Fatter?!

I'm not sure how to

he was talking about your fat-to-muscle

I figured that part

sound

"It sounds pretty derogatory."

he meant it

"I'm sure he didn't."

in discussion, I find myself in front of the mirror, twisting back and

look that

I really that

frowning at the slight give. Maybe I have let myself go

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