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?

sense something I almost

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

I pause. "To the place I'm staying, I guess. Is there

He shakes his head.

they discharge you and I bring

tell me now,

Let me focus on Lucas

and rubs her head

his hand squeezes mine

should be home soon."

flip-flopping. We've shared a sleeping space before, but we haven't necessarily cohabitated. Though, there's Lisa-so I guess it isn't exactly the same.

our time as mates has been spent

apocalypse. As dire and terrible as it is, maybe it'll finally afford us both a little time

warmth of his body and the steady thrum of his heartbeat bring me that

feel none of the frenetic desire of my last heat, content to just nuzzle into

The mark helps.

would make sense. Lucas' body seems

press of fur against my leg. I crack open. an eye to see Selene trying to

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

through his chest, vibrating against my head. His hand. reaches down to scratch

and tinged with affection.

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

at the complexity of our situation. My wolf, my mate, and me-all tangled together.

howling in my head about

I bet.

say softly, meaning every word. The thought of Lucas

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