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."

claws at my mind, insidious whispers reminding me of all the ways I could fail. All the

lifting my chin. Fake it 'til you

on my

like satisfaction flickering across her face. "Well, we'll be behind you, in case anything happens." Holding out her

"Here."

"Thanks."

the fit with an intensity that borders on invasive. I squirm under his scrutiny, biting back a yelp when he

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boots are going to kill me grumble, flexing my

fixing me with a stare that can

fashion show or a

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

think it might be approval, but it's hard to tell when he punctuates it with a smack to my back that nearly sends me stumbling. I shoot him a scowl, but he's already tioning to two other bodyguards, more

if I tell you to jump, you

finally putting names to the stoic expressions. "Got it. Nice to officially meet you." They incline their heads, professional to a

Probably not.

a lifetime of these kinds of

Kellan strides in, his gaze sweeping over us in a silent inspection. I stand a little straighter, feeling like a

of me, his

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my breath. "Be

it feels. "Careful? Always. Besides, it'll be weird not

laugh. If anything, his expression grows more serious. "I mean it, Ava. Be careful. Stay with your guards at

times."

of you, Selene chimes in, slinking to my side. This time, I'm not leaving your

weight of Kellan's concern, I nod. "I will. Liam and Adam will think I'm a

back with a sharp nod. "Good. Make sure to keep 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 like we're overreacting to a trip to see Sister

prepared than be

Selene, I can't even repeat her words out loud. Pooping in the bushes?