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 almost forgot

Selene, wishing Lucas could hear me.

the place I'm staying, I guess. Is there another

He shakes his head.

Then when they discharge you and I bring you

me now,

Let me focus on

rubs her

hand squeezes mine and he changes

should be home soon."

way he stresses the word home has my stomach flip-flopping. We've shared a sleeping space before, but we haven't necessarily cohabitated. Though, there's Lisa-so I guess it

the better," I agree. "I don't like being apart. Most of our time as

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

close as I melt into his embrace. The warmth of his body and the steady thrum of his

frenetic desire of my last heat, content to just nuzzle into Lucas' arms

The mark helps.

body seems

my leg. I crack open. an eye to see Selene trying to

head, and I feel a wave of indignation through our bond. I am

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

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

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

my fingers through Selene's fur, marveling at the complexity of our situation. My wolf, my mate, and me-all tangled together.

howling in my head about

I bet.

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

thir atsella

his mankı malina mui haart saha

Ava: Lucas is

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