Tangled

Chapter 307

Unshift 307

Unshift 307

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-

in such a meaningful way

It's everywhere. You should

is sitting at the table, nursing 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

much cream and sugar as I can manage while still maintaining a decent level of caffeine. Flavored syrup would

seem to be in good spirits. You've given them

a surprise to me, though; wolves don't change off a few words, and I don't have the best history in

""Where are you?"

at me with concern, and I grimace. "Sorry. I was

I've

used to this whole mind-speak business, but it just feels weird to converse that way. I guess 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 is an exceptional amount of noise, says Selene, sounding far too amused for my liking. Ast for your question, I'm poking my nose in other people's

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

is with the Grand Sage." She taps the stone in the center of the table. "We are

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

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 to date on the

exhausted, to sleep right through that. This

the range of the stone. You heard

makes sense,

ever. "Your mate has

Lucas faces without his wolf is too terrifying to let that

Thears

fixes on Lucas, who meets her stare with an impassive expression. His arm drapes casually over the back of my chair, a gesture that feels back protectie and possessive. The tension between them thickens,

in

intention of contributing to this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam,

Her attention shifts back to me her expression softening slightly.

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255