Tangled

Chapter 307

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307 Ava: His Memories

"Ava."

Someone's gently prodding at my shoulder, and I groan, my entire body battered. Oh, right. Lucas... was an animal last night.

"Ava.

"What?" Now that I'm marginally awake, his voice registers in my brain. I turn my head to squint through a tangled mass of hair. I need a shower. And a brush. And, like, five cups of coffee. ""Sister Miriam's here."

Sister Miri-oh.

Sitting up abruptly, I must startle Lucas. He jumps up from the edge of the bed, hands in the air as he watches me cautiously, like I'm about to bite.

"Sorry, I'm up."

"I see that. Lowering his hands, he adds, "You didn't warn me you're such a bear when you're asleep.

A bear? Me?

You bit him when he tried to wake you up earlier, and you kicked him when he tried to cover you in a blanket. Selene's helpful, overly chipper words have my head pounding.

The still-new string of connection to Grimoire pulses urgently, tugging and yanking every which

way.

Damn. Wake up and everyone needs you, all at once.

"Selene said I bit you. And kicked you."

He shrugs, politely ignoring the heat reddening my cheeks. "Take your time. Do you want to shower first?"

"No, I'm okay-

a meaningful way that I pause. Damn. Do I smell like

You should

a cup of coffee that lost its steam a while ago. Without speaking, Lucas slides a cup of coffee in front of me.

like horror

His Memories.

307 Ava His

drink it with a little sugar, but he seems to enjoy torturing himself with its bitter flavor. Not me. I love myself, so I doctor mine up with as much cream and sugar as I can manage

rim of her cup. "Your wolves seem to be in good spirits. You've given them their

butterfly flutter through me, leaving me more pleased than I'd like to admit. "Thank you." Her report is a bit of a surprise to me, though; wolves don't change off a few words, and I don't have the best history

""Where are you?"

with concern, and I

I've

it's normal when you've grown up your entire life doing it, but it's hard to concentrate and separate my mental speaking from just... brain noise. There

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

clears her throat. "Your wolf is with the Grand Sage." She taps the stone in the center of the table. "We are clear to speak, so let's get started. It is

memory. While you made a good display yesterday, it doesn't change the feelings of some more

at my coffee, I nod to show I'm listening. Lucas leans back in his chair in silence; it looks as though they've already discussed this, and I'm just being brought up

exhausted, to sleep right through that. This place

is just outside the range of the

makes sense,

Miriam studies me, her ruby red eyes as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with his wolf. This is why he could not

Kellan realizes, it isn't a subject I've brought up to anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is too terrifying to let that information out loose. "Do you know

Thears

who meets her stare with an impassive expression. His arm drapes casually over the back

in my

this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam, but there is also a

what feels like an eternity. Sister Miriam breaks the stalemate. Her attention shifts back to me her

question. My mind races, quickly gathering the fragments of infomation that have been tossed my way. "Not much. I admit, feeling a twinge of guilt. I'm always so nerwhelmed with what's in front of me. I forget to ask all the right questions. But how in somente supposed to juggle this all so

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