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?

can just sense something I almost forgot about. Sorry, Grimoire. "Actually,

yanks again, almost painful in its insistence, and I pause. This 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,

the place I'm staying, I

He shakes his head.

they discharge you

me

focus on Lucas

rubs her

because his hand squeezes mine and he

should be home soon."

shared a sleeping space before, but we haven't necessarily cohabitated. Though, there's Lisa-so I guess it isn't

agree. "I don't like being apart. Most of our time as mates has been spent away

now in the form of Grimoire. My magic seems stable-ish. We're all in hiding due to the new-found apocalypse. As dire and terrible as it is, maybe it'll finally afford us both a little time to deepen

I melt into his embrace. The warmth of his body and the

last heat, content to just nuzzle into Lucas' arms

The mark helps.

make sense. Lucas' body seems to have lost its feverish

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

indignation through our bond. I

the sound rumbling through his chest, vibrating against my head. His hand. reaches down to scratch behind

too hard on her, Lucas murmurs, his voice soft and tinged with

admission sends a rush of warmth through me, and I feel Selene's joy and pride surge through our connection. Still, she maintains her air of nonchalance, as if Lucas's words mean nothing to her. But I know better. I can feel the depth of

the complexity of our situation. My wolf, my

in my

I bet.

each other, I say softly, meaning every word.

thir atsella

and his mankı malina mui haart saha

Lucas

care of