Tangled

Chapter 261

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261 Ava: Yanking At Her

It's almost like a presence saying hello.

Thinking of that little string, I tug back. Twice.

An answering jerk. One. Two. Three

The words I just spoke drift into my head: It's like the book is alive.

it crazy to talk into this void in my head, in the general direction I hope the book is in?

Sure. But at least no one can see or hear me doing it.

Hello? I call out, trying to

there?

Use the same mental channel I use to speak with Selene. Are you

Another tug on that string.

I really, really need you to come to where I am. It's safer here. Or something. How do you explain. to a book that the world has gone to shit and you want to keep it from being used to create further catastrophe?

Please.

Being polite never hurts.

This time, that string-y feeling yanks, and it feels like my heart is constricted, interfering in its ability to beat.

I can't breathe. Pain explodes in my chest, radiating outward like a supernova. My lungs burn, desperate for air that won't come. The world around me blurs, sounds fading into a high-pitched buzz that fills my

cars.

passes. An eternity compressed

vision darken,

pain recedes. The world snaps back into focus, colors sharpening and sounds returning. I gasp, drawing in a ragged breath that feels like sandpaper

my shoulder, shaking me gently but insistently. I blink, trying to orient myself. We're still in the truck. Marcus is at the wheel, his knuckles white as he grips it tightly, eyes darting between

mirror.

My voice comes out as a croak. Swallowing

being squeezed in a vise, like something was trying to pull it right out of my chest. And that string, that connection to the book-it's still there,

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a thrumming in my

face went white as a sheet and your groaned like you

had, hadn't I? The memory of those endless seconds without air sends a shiver down my spine. "I think I made contact with the book. It was

mine in the mirror.

said. And then..." I trail

shaking her head. "Stupid question. How

and so

Marcus's

careful with this. Magic books that try to yank your soul out of your body don't exactly scream 'trustworthy'

in me rebels against the idea. "No, it wasn't malicious. Just desperate." I pause, surprised by my own certainty. How can I be so sure about the intentions of an inanimate object? And

again, and I swear it's

can't risk you getting hurt. Maybe we should wait until we reach

my veins. It's like my body is vibrating from the inside out, a

try contacting the book again.

sense of self-preservation in

I desperately want

thought of Lucas sends a pang

by now. It's strange." "How long has it been since you could sense him?" Surprised, I peer out

hour? It felt like mere minutes had passed. The

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slipping away into that

"I felt a pack presence once," he admits. "But it was brief. Flectr before I could

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