Tangled

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There's a tiny cottage a few buildings away, with familiar faces guarding the entrance. Their eyes barely flick in my direction as Kellan brings me inside,

reminding me I still have a long way to go in order to gain affection from this pack.

After being in the Fae Ward, I'd almost forgotten how few of even my own guards actually like me.

Most of them are tolerant. Loyal enough, but I wonder now if they would have sacrificed everything to keep me safe when the attacks happened.

Marcus would have. I don't doubt that. I've seen his dedication.

No. No point doubting them. That's no way to start a friendly relationship.

Shaking off the depressed thoughts edging in, I look around the interior, pleasantly surprised once again.

These buildings all look rustic and old from the

outside, but inside, they're clean, fresh, and modern, with bright walls and glossy black trim. It only has one

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bedroom, a tiny bathroom with a stand-up shower,

and a tiny kitchen. Two armchairs face a window. No TV or other electronics.

"Where's Selene?" Since I can't see Lucas, I may as well focus on other important things.

"I'm not sure. That's a question you'd have to ask Sister Miriam. Once she stops by, I'll let her know you're here." Kellan checks the fridge. "There's no food, but I'll bring some over."

"I'm okay tonight," I say quickly, not wanting him to work any harder. My stomach grumbles, immediately revealing the lie for what it is.

"I'll get you something," he says firmly, walking away before I can argue.

While he's gone, I explore the tiny house a little more closely. There's no dust. The air isn't stale. It's been freshly cleaned, and the bedsheets and comforter don't sport a single wrinkle. Squishing down on one of the pillows, I watch it bounce back. Fluffy pillows. I like fluffy pillows. I need two of them under my head and if I'm really fancy, a third for between my knees. When I lived with my 200 Ava: Cottage

parents, I had a single pillow that was as flat as a pancake. Nothing like these.

Scratching at my arms, I peek through the cabinets of the bathroom. Women's sanitary supplies under the toilet, different styles. Good call; I'm due for my period

soon.

We're out of heat suppressants, which didn't worry me before we got here because we were coming to Lucas. Now, I'm a little worried.. At least my last dose is still working.

The crescent scar on my neck burns, and I rake my nails over it, scratching frantically. It's like a thousand tiny itches merged into one.

The energy thrumming in my veins kicked up a notch after leaving the hospital. It-and my bond-are angry that we left Lucas' proximity Well, sorry. I didn't make the rules.

If I could imagine my bond as a person, it's definitely someone flipping a table in my chest, sending my heart flip-flopping with the force of its annoyance.

moving, can't

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soothed no matter how much

claw at it.

the room for what feels like the hundredth time. My feet refuse to stay

me twitches and tugs,

me of its existence.

Kellan's still not back.

the armchairs, I toe off my shoes and cross my legs, taking a

incessant itching, the restless energy, the worry about Lucas-I push it all away, focusing on that strange, new connection I felt with the book. It's like a gossamer thread, barely there,

Breathe in. Breathe out.

with my mind, trying to grasp that elusive feeling. It's like chasing

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fades away, and I feel myself

The door creaks open.

sigh that escapes my lips as I turn to

he asks, eyebrows furrowing as he takes in my

my head, forcing a smile. "No, I was just

concern in his eyes. He doesn't push it, though, instead moving to the tiny kitchen area. I watch as he starts unpacking, stocking

strawberries.

too," he says, tossing a few

on cue, my stomach growls. I hadn't realized how famished I was until now. Kellan chuckles,

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sandwich?" he offers, already reaching

prepares the food, I try to ignore the crawling sensation under my skin. The itch has returned

tuna brings back unwelcome memories of Todd Mason, his leering -face flashing

to be

up the sandwich. I take al bite, forcing myself to chew and swallow. It's not bad. It's actually really good-he's mixed it with basil and peppers, adding

unreadable. When I'm finished, he takes the plate, rinsing it

sink.

protest, but he waves me off "Don't worry about it. Relax. I'll

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to me as he slides the plate into a drying rack. "You'll have guards at all

thinking of the hundreds of

I assure him, mustering up a smile. "I've learned to accept it. Marcus and Vanessa never left me

figure everything out

doesn't sound sure, but I try not to think about it too much. "Thanks, Kellan. Will Marcus and Vanessa

back soon?"

and then will be off duty for a

you

sure they'll visit you

can."

of the cottage feels oppressive,

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