Tangled

Chapter 237

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237 Ava: Wrung Dry

By the time we exit the training room, Vanessa and Marcus have to hold me up to walk in a straight line. <

It isn't the type of exhaustion where my muscles are sore and stretched and tired after running or doing a thousand squats. It's more like the energy in my body has bled away, leaving me so weak that my muscles can no longer function properly.

When exercising, you can kind of feel good about your exertion. The pain and exhaustion comes with a sense of accomplishment.

This?

It just feels like I'm a wet dish rag wrung out one too many times.

The water's gone, and now I'm going to float away on the next strong breeze.

Ava! Where did you go?

Selene's panic is so explosive in my head that my legs buckle, even with the support of two shifters.

Long story. Training room. Magic place. My body's dead. Training sucks.

Even in my head, I can only speak in short sentences. It feels fuzzy and also like something's slamming into it with a sledgehammer, fueled by the rage of a thousand flying monkeys.

Not sure where the flying monkeys came from, but I'm just going to go with it.

Are you okay? she asks, and the warmth and care from her side of the bond also seems to infuse me with a little bit of extra energy.

Like having a parent who's panicked after they wake up in the middle of the night to see their child gone; someone who cares about

re-established contact," Magister Orion says, peering at my face. "Does it hurt to speak

up. "What? No.

You

like that," Vanessa

nods, despite his

wishing I had the strength to shove the both of them off

making fun

I had the time. I'd love to pick it apart. Especially you, Ava Grey, to have a wolf outside of your body, like

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a microscope,

feel uncomfortable with his line of interest, because she interrupts him to

call her by her full name? You almost

Orion ushers us to the dining room as we talk. "It is a bit of a custom among the Fac. We don't have a first and last name as you humans do, you see. We

a part of your identity?" I ask with a frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help settle me into a chair. With a wave of his hand, Magister Orion manifests into creation several plates of

used to in our

and-most importantly-have no magic in

possibility when I brought it up, but I haven't told him the entire story of Sister Miriam and the Fac food. I'm still not certain on the allegiances of people in this city, and I'm hesitant to

when she catches my eye. Everything on the table is

Orion

how exhausted

my plate, Magister Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your

talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel

his question makes

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