Tangled

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291 Ava: New Bond

Leaning forward, 1 stare at the spirit, who seems nonplussed by the intensity of my gaze.

"What?" They sound defensive for the first time.

"You aren't fond of wizards or magicians, are you?"

They scowl. "I am not fond of humans, human:

"I told you, I'm Lycan. Kind of.

"Hmm." They don't sound convinced. I guess I can't blame them. It isn't like I can shift.

"You're Grimoire, aren't you?"

In between one blink and the next, they're now standing in front of me, feet firmly planted against the ground and taller than before. How tall? Seven feet? Eight?

Are those flames I see flickering over their skin? Yes. Yes, those are.

Gone is the ethereal, androgynous being. In their place stands a towering figure, flames dancing across skin that seems both solid and intangible. His hair is as red as blood, his eyes an unnerving silver, and he's unmistakably male. I keep my eyes on his face.

His hand shoots out, gripping my arm with surprising strength. I try to pull away, but his hold is unyielding.

"How did you know?" His voice, deep and undeniably masculine now, rumbles through me.

I swallow hard, fighting the urge to struggle against his grip. "It seemed pretty obvious in retrospect." My eyes dart to his face, taking in features that seem both ancient and ageless. "Why do you look and sound different now?"

A smile spreads across his face, transforming his stern expression into something almost warm. "You're simply seeing me for who I am, Ava Grey"

I glance around, momentarily distracted by the transformation of our surroundings. The clearing, once bordered by decay and darkness, now teems with vibrant life. Lush greenery. stretches as far as I can see, pulsing with an energy that makes my skin tingle. "Let go of me," I say, tugging at my arm again.

His grip doesn't budge. "I can't. I must maintain contact with you for the transfer.

That sounds a little unnerving. "Transfer? What transfer?"

redouble my efforts to shake off his hand, twisting my arm and

free hand. It's like trying to move

his tone both commanding and oddly gentle. "You'll only

forcing myself to stand still despite the panic creeping

"What transfer are

mix of silver and white, bore into mine. "The transfer of knowledge, of

hesitantly, not entirely sure I like where this is

and listen, he

pause. I take a deep

your eyes and open your mind. This

my arm. It's like being struck by lightning, every nerve in my body lighting up at once. I gasp,

supporting me as images and information flood my mind. Centuries of magical knowledge, secrets long

and fall of civilizations, the ebb and flow of magic throughout history. I witness the triumphs

transfer ends. I sag against Grimoire, my head spinning from the

am," he replies, his voice echoing strangely in my ears. "A

I've seen.

within me is thick and sturdy, filled

My head hurts.

feels like it's

be like that

shivers. The warmth from earlier is gone,

together in concern. "Your fever has worsened. I'm sorry, I should have

my arms around myself, trying to step away from him, despite wanting to lean into the

Did you not sama

291 Ava. New Bond

looks like a

point out, "What bond? I was trying to summon a magic book, not bond with you. Whatever you are. He's old

us, his finger tracing an invisible line. "Our

am I supposed to be linked to?" My voice is eerily calm,

more normalized six-foot-something. "Are you bonded with others?" "Selene and Lucas are

"Well, I am now also a part

you

his eyes dramatically. "Who wants more peace and silence after hundreds of

to wrap my head around this new development. Grimoire's face lights up, a beaming smile spreading across his features, the new bond within me humming with happiness. It's then that I truly understand-the feelings coursing through the new connection inside me? That's his true self. The sarcastic, grouchy exterior is just a facade. Before I can process this revelation, Grimoire envelops me in

stand frozen for a moment, unsure how to react. This overly affectionate side of Grimoire is unexpected, to say the least. Slowly, I