Tangled

Chapter 275

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275 Ava: Visitors

"Ava." D

My head feels like it weighs a million pounds. My ears feel stuffed and woolly. And Kellan's hands. dragging me to my feet are like burning embers pressed against my skin.

"What?"

"You passed out."

Staring at him blankly, it takes a while for my brain to catch up to his words. "Oh. Shit. I guess that's one way to deal with stress; just let your body shut down.

Don't really recommend it.

and Kellan doesn't ask questions about my visit with Lucas, just escorts me back to the cottage a makes sure I'm taken care of. Brings lunch I don't want to eat and promises to check on me in

another hour or two.

Of course, lunch is out of the question. My stomach's too queasy for that. And until Sister Miriam and Selene return, I don't have a great way to get information on what happened to Lucas' wolf. I'm definitely not going to tell people he doesn't have one; the pack needs stability, not another

blow.

I'm not even sure Kellan knows.

I

The thought that Lucas may have trusted me with a little secret buoys my depressed spirits by a

millimeter or two.

can't feel it, there's a part of him

see me

Fuck.

delivered express mail with cash on delivery. Now it's my turn to wait and trust

my skin, hot to turn it pink. It's my second shower in hours, but I can't shake the depression clinging to me like second skin.

hard, until my skin is raw and angry red, as if I can wash away the memory of Lucas staring at me

It doesn't work.

in the clothes I was just

to reset my brain and maybe wake up and find this has all been some

as I flop from

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275 Ava: Visitors

Instead, there's a constant replay in my mind, of every moment of my encounter with Lucas. The confusion in his eyes. The way he spoke like none of our

side. Minutes stretch into

from my restless attempt at sleep. Before I can respond, the door creaks

gentle voice

I'm on my

practically flying across the room

how desperately I needed human contact until this moment. The solitude of the past few hours weighs on me, making Vanessa's presence a lifeline I

rubbing soothing circles on

eyes. "Sorry, I just... it's been a rough

as she asks, "How are you holding

great," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

eyes dart to the side before

holding my

Vanessa's gaze

front door, then to the windows. Her voice rises slightly as she says, "I'm so

scribbles something quickly, then turns it so I can read: / know about his

being watched, listened to. There might even be a traitor somewhere. We

you break down crying out of

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