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.

hope he knows I'm

because the distance between us is shrinking. It feels like it's happy we're

scratch, the itch becoming more insistent. It's like my is

is how Lucas feels when the

wildness.

from the back seat. "Try not

worse.

body

262 Ava: Cassiopeia

I press my palms flat against my thighs, focusing on the

my jeans.

constellation I really know: The constellation Cassiopeia, its

of her beauty. Now she's forever in the sky, sometimes right-side up, sometimes upside down. I wonder if the gods who put

Feels like me.

silence that's settled over us. "How are you holding up?" I tear my gaze away from the stars to look at him. His eyes are fixed on

find Lucas where he's supposed to be? That I feel like something else crazy

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

them into fists instead, nails

slips out before I can stop it, my voice sounding small and uncertain in the confines of

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

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

veins, the power that seems to have a mind of its own. Is it like

chunk of the world with me, I think it

know, it's magic, and can't be

and before I can stop myself, my hand is at my neck again, nails scraping against skin. I catch myself

says, her voice a mixture of concern and exasperation. "You need to try to relax. The