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?

something I almost forgot about. Sorry, Grimoire.

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, answering my question. I guess

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

He shakes his head.

they discharge you and I

me now, Selene points

focus on

her head against

squeezes mine

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 exactly the same. Especially with one bedroom.

Most of our time as mates has been spent away from each other.

to the new-found apocalypse. As dire and terrible as it is, maybe it'll finally afford us both a little time to deepen our bond with each other.

as I melt into his embrace. The warmth of his

frenetic desire of my last heat, content to just nuzzle

The mark helps.

body seems

trying to wedge herself between us, her tail wagging with hopeful enthusiasm.

our bond. I am not some common canine, she huffs, her mental voice dripping

down to scratch behind Selene's ears, and her eyes

his voice soft and tinged

and pride surge through our connection. Still, she maintains her air of nonchalance, as if Lucas's words mean nothing to her.

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

my

I bet.

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

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Ava: Lucas

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