Tangled

Chapter 289

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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.

of me," he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me. They're golden and intense,

finally recognizing the

That would be great.

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

but you stuck around

lips as I remember those early days. "You'd break into my apartment while I was at work. Spread your scent around. It should have been creepy, but... it

brow furrows slightly, but he remains

sweet sometimes, I continue,

Who

really. The way you bend over backwards to

I recall darker times. "You saved me from my family, Lucas. You're the first

everything he's been through because

"I can't even begin

after all the times I

you away.

golden gaze

he isn't staring at me like I'm a complete stranger. He's starting to see me, even if he doesn't see his fated

"You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now.... now the tables have turned. It's my

sound

"How'd it go?"

the door, her eyes shining with optimism and

all.

the memory of his eyes burning into me. "I don't 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

she admits, shrugging. "Wasn't sure when you'd come home, so

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? I'm not sure I

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