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-

such a meaningful way that I pause. Damn.

It's everywhere. You should

its steam a while ago. Without speaking, Lucas slides a cup of coffee in front of me. It's

like horror

His Memories.

307 Ava His

I can manage while still maintaining

Miriam mentions casually, languidly drawing a finger around the rim of her cup. "Your wolves seem to be in good spirits.

change off a few

""Where are you?"

looks at me with concern, and I

I've

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,

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

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 imperative we

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

coffee, I nod to show I'm listening. Lucas leans back in his chair in silence; it looks as though

to sleep right through

bed is just outside the range of the stone. You heard

makes sense,

as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has

brought up to anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is too terrifying to

Thears

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, and I resist

in my

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

eternity. Sister Miriam breaks the stalemate. Her attention shifts back to me her expression softening slightly. Ava, how

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

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