Tangled

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289 Ava: Who He Is

The way Lucas watches me is terrifying,

Terrifying, because there's finally interest in his gaze.

I don't want to hold hope, because every time I have even the glimmer of it, he says something that crushes my heart. The way he doesn't even recognize our fated bond kills me. It's yearning aching in my chest, wanting me to go to him. To claim him. To shake and scream until he

remembers all the pain and all the joy between us.

Instead, I sit there, scratching more vigorously at my arms, and the string inside of me tugst harder, as if trying to get my attention. I ignore it.

""Your scent."

Glancing at Lucas, who stops talking mid-sentence, I sniff discreetly in the direction of my armpits. Did I forget to scrub? He keeps talking about my smell. "Do I stink that bad?"

"It's getting stronger, he confirms, his voice husky.

Maybe this is his way of getting me to leave again. "Do you want me to go?"

"No."

Oh. Never mind, then.

My heart dances at that denial, though, raising hope high on a flag pole and waving it at the walls I've tried desperately to construct around my heart.

me," he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me. They're golden and intense, different from the way he looked at me when I

he finally

That would be great.

and campfire smoke, fills my senses, and I'm transported back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd found

Cedarwood, far from here, I say softly, my eyes meeting his. "After the Gala. I wanted nothing to do with you, but you stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just afraid you'd leave me again. Change your mind at any time.

my lips as I remember those early days. "You'd break into my apartment while

but he remains silent,

continue, my voice barely above a

Ava: Who

The way you bend over backwards to keep me happy,

"You saved me from my family,

for me, everything he's

I admit, my voice cracking slightly. "I can't even begin to

love, especially after... after all the

you away.

golden gaze never

Lucas, but at least he isn't staring at me like I'm a complete stranger. He's starting to see

words tumbling out before I can stop them. "You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now.... now the tables have turned. It's my turn to wait for

pounding in my chest. Lucas grunts, a low sound that

"How'd it go?"

as soon as I walk through the door, her eyes shining

all.

know. Every so often, I think he's getting a hint of the bond. Then he says something so casual that just destroys every last hope I've ever held." Lisa hands me a plate with half a tuna sandwich and a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she flashes me a

"Wasn't sure when

me like a punch to the gut. Is this really home now? It feels temporary, but our home isn't ours any longer. What does it look like now?