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?

I almost

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,

staying, I guess. Is

He shakes his head.

they discharge you and I bring you

tell me now, Selene

me focus on

and rubs her head

because his hand squeezes mine and

should be home soon."

stresses the word home has my stomach flip-flopping. We've shared a sleeping space before, but we haven't necessarily cohabitated. Though,

don't like being apart. Most of our time as mates has been spent away from each other. It's

have a semi-teacher 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

warmth of his body and the steady thrum of

none of the frenetic desire of my last heat, content to just nuzzle into Lucas' arms like

The mark helps.

body seems to have lost its feverish temperature

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

feel a wave of indignation through our bond.

chest, vibrating against my head. His hand. reaches down to scratch behind Selene's ears, and her eyes close in bliss despite her attempts to

Lucas murmurs, his voice soft and tinged with affection. "Selene's the only reason I've

nonchalance, as if Lucas's words mean nothing to her. But I know better. I can feel the depth of her emotions, the way

of our situation.

howling in my head

I bet.

say softly,

thir atsella

from kia mamarlan and his mankı malina mui haart saha Phande uma

Ava: Lucas

of him,