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.

the middle of the night

re-established contact," Magister Orion says, peering at my face. "Does

jerks up. "What?

sorry. You just looked so

looks like that," Vanessa says, sounding

nods, despite

for not having years of experience, I mutter, wishing I had the strength to shove the both

my ass. They're way too comfortable making fun

pick it apart. Especially you, Ava Grey, to have a wolf outside of your body,

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going to slice me open and look at me under a microscope, Selene says, and I can feel

interest, because she interrupts

her by her full name? You almost always

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 do have a

be a part of your identity?" I ask with a frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help settle me into a chair. With a wave of

the ones we are used to in our world;

all delicious and-most importantly-have no

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 get Sister Miriam in trouble for possibly going outside of some sort of law

give her a smile when she catches my eye. Everything on the table is food I've had before and

Orion is showing

realizes how exhausted I

plate, Magister Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even when one is disowned, they remain true to their

shoots through my heart, interrupting its normal rhythm for a moment. There's no way he's talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel like I've been put on display for a

question makes

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