Tangled

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214 Ava: Dressing for Danger

Lucas doesn't answer Kellan's text, or my phone call.

Probably busy again with the Council.

Stretching, I test the range of motion in the lightweight tactical clothing Kellan provided. The fabric is breau..able, but I'm already sweating beneath the impact-resistant layer in the shirt. A knife rests heavy on my belt, and the boots feel stiff, promising blisters if I have to run for my life. But of course the beta insisted, so here I am, trussed up like an operative minus the arsenal.

The bodyguards have all ditched their suits for similar getups, though several sport guns on their hips. I turn to Marcus, brow raised. "Why don't I get a gun?"

He barely glances my way. "A gun in untrained hands is just asking for trouble."

I purse my lips but concede his point with silence. Using it would require an instruction manual, and there's no time for that in an

emergency.

Still seems like something I should probably learn, considering that my physical prowess is much worse than the average shifter.

The door swings open and I blink in surprise as Vanessa strides in, kitted out like some special ops soldier. She catches my stare and explains, "Jericho updated me." Something in her gaze gives me pause. Is that pride? Whatever it is, I shift uncomfortably under the unexpected approval. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

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Vanessa's lips quirk. "Lately, you've seemed paralyzed by

indecision, scared to make the wrong move, I'm glad to see you've found your confidence again."

A humorless laugh escapes me. Confidence? I'm trembling in my boots. Literally. "I'm not confident at all. I'm constantly second-guessing myself, wondering what the right call is." Vanessa steps closer, her voice low and intense. "Stop admitting that. Everyone needs their leaders to project confidence, even if

it's an act."

me of all the ways I could fail.

Fake it 'til you make it, right? I meet Vanessa's

words taste like ash on my tongue, but

in case anything happens." Holding out her hand, I notice that she's holding the

"Here."

"Thanks."

with an intensity that borders on invasive. I

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kill me grumble, flexing my toes against the rigid

me with a stare

for a fashion show or a

under my breath, "It's not about how they look. I just want my

might be approval, but it's hard to tell when he punctuates it with a smack to my back that nearly

They'll be coming with us. Remember, if I tell you to jump, you jump. Don't stop

suited figures that shadow my every move. It's strange, finally putting names to the stoic expressions. "Got it. Nice to officially meet you." They incline their heads, professional to a fault, and I wonder if they're as nervous as I am

Probably not.

a lifetime of

over us in a silent inspection. I stand a little straighter, feeling like a soldier

comes to a stop in front of me, his

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that steals my breath. "Be careful out

more confident than it feels. "Careful? Always. Besides, it'll be weird not having you around. We spend way too much time

If anything, his expression grows more serious. "I mean it, Ava.

times."

slinking to

"I

your phone on you. Don't hesitate to call for backup if anything goes wrong." He's acting like we're about to head into war. In his head, that's probably true. Still, it's hard not to feel

to be prepared than be caught pooping in the

even repeat her words out loud. Pooping in the