Tangled

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262 Ava: Cassiopeia

"Are you okay?" Vanessa asks, grabbing my arm and inspecting the welts I've given myself.

"Just crazy itchy. Ever since I connected with the book, it's like energy is just buzzing right below my skin. Like a million ants at a dance party.

She frowns. "I wish I knew more about magic and its side effects. I hate not knowing if these things are normal."

"No kidding" Pulling my arm away, I scratch at it again.

Marcus's voice cuts through the night air. "Time's up. Let's move. Ava, come up front this time."

I climb into the passenger seat, grateful for the change. At least I can stretch out my legs a little. The cracked leather beneath me is hard and pokey, but it's still an improvement. Vanessa takes the back, and I can feel her watchful gaze on me even in the darkness.

The truck rumbles to life, and we're back on the road. I lean my head against the cool glass of the window, my eyes searching the sky. The stars are bright out here, away from the city lights. It's been so long since I've really looked at them.

My fingers find their way to my neck, scratching at the persistent itch that's taken up residence- there. I try to focus on the constellations, searching for familiar patterns in the vast expanse

above.

There's Orion's Belt, three stars in a perfect line. I remember learning about it as a kid, fascinated by the idea of hunters in the sky. Now, it feels like we're the ones being hunted, even

when no one knows where we are.

The Big Dipper comes into view, its ladle shape unmistakable. I trace it with my eyes, following the line to the North Star. It's supposed to be a guide, a constant in a chaotic world. Right now, I could use some of that stability.

My mind wanders to Lucas, wondering if he's looking at these same stars from his hospital bed. The thought sends a pang through my chest, sharper than any physical pain.

I hope he's okay.

he

the distance between us is

my skin as I scratch, the itch becoming more insistent. It's like my

wonder if this is how Lucas feels when the full

wildness.

Vanessa's voice is soft but firm from the back seat. "Try not

worse.

body

262 Ava: Cassiopeia

flat against

my jeans.

other constellation I really know: The constellation Cassiopeia, its distinctive W shape a stark contrast to the

about the myth, the vain queen who boasted of her beauty. Now she's forever in the sky, sometimes right-side up, sometimes upside down. I wonder if the gods who put her there knew how apt a

Feels like me.

look at him. His eyes are fixed on the

where he's supposed to be? That I feel like something else crazy is about to come around the corner at us at

on the obvious untruth. "Good. We should be there soon.

fingers twitch, wanting to scratch again. I curl them into fists instead, nails digging into my palms. The

I can stop it, my voice sounding small and uncertain in

Vanessa says gently from the back. "He's probably

Of course he's sleeping. What time is it now? Midnight? A patient shouldn't be awake at this time

to have a mind of its own. Is it like starlight, traveling vast distances to reach its vessel- me? Or is it more like

worried I'd just explode and take a chunk of the world with me, I think it

you know, it's magic, and can't be compared to something like

neck again, nails scraping against skin. I catch myself quickly,

"You need to