Tangled

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299 Ava: Lucas is Alone

Lucas watches us both, calm despite only hearing one half of our conversation.

Grabbing his hand, I give a gentle squeeze to show I'm still paying attention to his presence. "Do you know how?"

you!

Selene's idea is a tall order. It isn't like amnesia has some sort of cure.

The dhampir has an idea. We can talk to her about it.

Wow. I'd forgotten about Sister Miriam entirely. Between Lucas and now Selene's return...

My thoughts are interrupted when Selene suddenly darts out of her comfortable position to shove her nose into my chest, sniffing intensely.

Showing mild irritation, Lucas grabs her by the scuff and yanks her away. To my surprise, Selene merely slinks low in submission as her cars tilt in my direction, blue eyes hard and suspicious. What's that scent?

Slapping my hand over the new mate mark, right next to my crescent scar, I ask defensively, "What scent?"

Lucas sniffs at me. "You smell fine to me."

There's something new, she insists, pawing at my leg. What is it? What did you get into?

"I didn't get into-

The string near my magic tugs, and I pause. "Oh. Maybe it's that."

"What?" Lucas nuzzles into my neck, brushing his lips against the raw skin of my mate mark. "Is something wrong?

just sense something I

isn't a safe place to mention him. "I'll tell you both later." Where it's safe, I add silently to Selene, wishing Lucas could hear me. Wait. Shouldn't he be able to...? "When?" he asks, answering my question. I guess he can't hear me. I'll have to ask Vanessa. Is it because I

discharged home." I pause. "To the place I'm staying, I guess.

He shakes his head.

discharge you and

tell me now, Selene

me focus

rubs her head against

squeezes mine and he changes the

should be home soon."

my stomach flip-flopping. We've shared a sleeping space before, but we haven't necessarily cohabitated. Though, there's Lisa-so I

of our time as mates has been spent away from

due to the new-found apocalypse. As dire and terrible as it is, maybe

embrace. The warmth of his body and the steady thrum of his heartbeat bring me that clusive peace, strengthening our

of my last heat, content to just nuzzle into Lucas' arms like this without

The mark helps.

sense. Lucas' body seems to have lost its

an eye to see Selene trying to wedge herself between us, her tail wagging with hopeful enthusiasm. "Really?" I mutter, shifting to

I feel a wave of indignation through our bond. I am not some common canine,

scratch behind Selene's ears, and her eyes close in bliss despite her attempts to maintain

tinged with

feel Selene's joy and pride surge through our connection. Still, she maintains her air of nonchalance, as if Lucas's

fingers through Selene's fur, marveling at the complexity of our situation. My wolf, my

my head about

I bet.

each other, I say softly, meaning every word. The thought of Lucas

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Lucas is

of him,