Tangled

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287 Ava: Seeing Lucas Again

"Ava?"

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Lisa shakes me awake, but it takes a few blinks for my eyes to adjust to reality.

"What is it?" My throat is croaky, and I clear it with a few dry coughs.

*Kellan brought dinner. You've been sitting like that for a few hours. I wasn't sure if I should bother you or not.

My muscles protest as I push myself to my feet, my entire body stiff after hours of stillness. Every joint in my body seems to creak and pop, like I'm twenty years older than I am. Or maybe It's just the weight of everything bearing down on me. "Thanks." I mumble as Lisa hands me a plate with a simple turkey sandwich. The sight of food makes my stomach growl, and I realize I'm ravenous.

I take a bite, savoring the simple flavors. It's nothing fancy, but right now it tastes like the best thing I've ever eaten. Lisa watches me, concern etched on her face.

"Did you make any progress?" she asks hesitantly, after depositing the wardstone between us for security. It's only a ten-foot radius; better to keep it close.

I grimace, swallowing hard. "I'm not sure if what I did was considered

Lisa's eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean?"

progress.

I take another bite, chewing slowly as I try to gather my thoughts. How do I even explain what happened? The eerie forest, the mysterious pond, the spirit... it all seems so surreal now that I'm back in the real world.

There's a place I go sometimes. It's like some sort of magical realm, but it feels kind of like a dream. This time, there was a dead forest and a dark pond. And a spirit."

Lisa tilts her head. "A spirit? Like a ghost, or...?"

I shake my head. "No, not like that. More like... a guardian, I guess? Of the magic in that place. But I still don't know where that place was, or why I was there."

Resting her chin in her hand, she watches me eat. "Well, where were you trying to go?"

"To the book. Well, I wasn't trying to go anywhere, but I wanted to connect with the book."

"So doesn't it stand to reason that it has something to do with the book? That place, and the spirit?

me their name, but gave up Grimoire's without a second thought. The

Could it be...?

a bitch, I mutter, scowling at the sandwich in

Soon Lucas

:: Ash

demand answers, but my stomach demands more

have to

"What is it?"

spirit is Grimoire, then that place is-what? I don't know. Either Grimoire's

magic. Dead lands. They called it a hellhole. Said they were

Curious. Very curious.

the spirit is the book. I just missed

my veins. I'm sure she's right-it would be better to try after a good night of sleep and some

urgency, like I'm lagging

onward.

always a few steps

But first, Lucas.

spent tossing from side to side, wondering if he'll be happy to see

quick shower later, I'm back at the

do to keep the pack running-but Marcus

"Oh. You again.

into my voice.

face goes remarkably impassive at my words. I'm sure she's cursing my audacity in her head. "Why don't I see if he wants

to snap. 117-hou

ready turning, I raise my hand slightly, a silent signal for him to

false sweetness into my voice. "Do you do this for every patient under your care when a visitor arrives? Or is there

Seeing Lucas

so directly. I can almost see the gears turning in her head as she tries to formulate a response that

simply following protocol, Miss Grey, she says, her tone clipped. "We take patient privacy very seriously

see." I lean forward, placing my hands on the counter. "And does this protocol

flicker to Marcus standing behind me, then back to me. "All visitors," she insists, but I can hear the lie

fingers on the counter. "Because I couldn't help but notice yesterday that several other visitors walked right in without being questioned. In fact, I don't recall seeing anyone make a single phone call to check if those patients wanted

embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "I-I don't have to explain myself to

don't," I agree, my voice low and steady. "But you do have to do your job fairly

this on my own. I'm tired of this. Tired of feeling like everyone's looking at me sideways. Tired

see my mate. To be