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-

brow in such a meaningful way that I pause. Damn. Do I smell like

It's everywhere. You should

ago. Without speaking, Lucas slides a cup of coffee in front of me. It's as black as Sister Miriam's hair. Silently, I grab some creamer and sugar, dumping

like horror

His Memories.

307 Ava His

purist. He might 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 while still maintaining a decent level of caffeine. Flavored syrup would be great, but that's a luxury we don't have

casually, languidly drawing a finger around the rim of her cup. "Your wolves seem to be in good spirits. You've given them their first taste of

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 in this pack. They accept strength. It is the ultimate law

""Where are you?"

I grimace.

I've

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

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

Sage." She taps the stone in the center of the table. "We are clear to speak,

made a good display yesterday, it doesn't change the feelings of some

chair in silence; it looks as though they've already discussed this, and I'm just being brought up

sleep right through that. This place isn't that

just outside the range of the stone.

That makes

ruby red eyes as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with his

already told me his wolf is gone. "How many know about this?" While I suspect Kellan realizes, it isn't a subject I've brought up to anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is too

Thears

Viram doesn't answer immediately. Instead, her gaze fixes on Lucas, who meets her stare with an impassive expression. His arm drapes casually over the back of my chair, a

in

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

like an eternity. Sister Miriam breaks the stalemate. Her attention shifts back to me her expression softening slightly.

tossed my way. "Not much. I admit, feeling a twinge of

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