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.

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

he doesn't want to see me for

Fuck.

the time he spent waiting patiently for me, delivered express mail with cash on delivery.

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

hard, until my skin is raw and angry red, as if I can wash away the

It doesn't work.

hot water runs out. Dressing in the clothes I was just wearing-they're still clean.

what I need. Just a few hours to reset my brain and maybe wake up and find this has all been some twisted

discover as I flop from left to right, then from belly to back, struggling to find a position that

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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 history involved him at

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

startles me from my restless attempt

Vanessa's gentle voice calls

I'm on my

an instant, practically flying across the

The solitude of the past few hours weighs on me, making

she murmurs, rubbing soothing circles

back, wiping at my eyes. "Sorry, I just... it's

is grim as she asks, "How are you

great," I admit, my voice barely above

dart to the side before

holding my

Vanessa's gaze

to the front door, then to the windows. Her voice rises slightly as she says, "I'm so glad he's doing well. Such

She scribbles something quickly, then turns it so I can read: /

widen. Of course. We're being watched, listened to. There might even be a traitor somewhere.

down crying out