Tangled

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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.

feel it, there's a part of him wanting to trust me. Knowing

want to see me for the rest of

Fuck.

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

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

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

It doesn't work.

runs out. Dressing in the clothes I

to reset my brain and maybe wake up and find this has

on the pillow, leaving them for me to discover as I flop from left

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in my mind, of every moment of my encounter with Lucas. The confusion in his eyes. The way he spoke like none

from side to side. Minutes stretch into what feels like hours. My

me from my restless attempt at sleep. Before I can respond,

gentle

I'm on my

flying across the room and

moment. The solitude of the past few hours weighs on me, making Vanessa's presence a

she murmurs, rubbing soothing circles on

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

as she asks, "How are you

Not great," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "How much do

side before meeting mine again.

nod, holding my

Vanessa's gaze

the windows. Her voice rises slightly as she says,

a small notebook from her pocket. She scribbles something quickly, then turns it so I can read:

eyes widen. Of course. We're being watched, listened to. There might even be a traitor somewhere. We can't talk about

you break down crying out of sheer relief in the