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-

meaningful way that I pause. Damn. Do I

everywhere. You should shower.

that lost its steam a while 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 them into the

like horror

His Memories.

307 Ava His

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 in this place. Commune? Camp? Hideaway? It

up," Sister Miriam mentions 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 hope since

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?"

I

I've

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

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

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

display yesterday, it doesn't

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

to sleep right through that. This place isn't

the range of the

That makes sense,

red eyes as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with his wolf. This is why he could not

suspect 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

Thears

drapes casually over the back of my chair, a gesture that feels back protectie and possessive. The tension between them thickens, and

squirm in

he has no intention of contributing to this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam, but there is also a

to me her expression softening slightly. Ava, how much do you know about the

a twinge of guilt. I'm always so nerwhelmed with what's in front of me. I forget to ask

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