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-

way

You

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

like horror

His Memories.

307 Ava His

coffee 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 in this place. Commune? Camp? Hideaway? It needs a word, so I can settle on one in

around the rim of her cup. "Your wolves seem to be

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

""Where are you?"

and I grimace. "Sorry. I

I've

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

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

taps the stone in the center of the table. "We are clear to

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

nod to show I'm listening. Lucas leans back in his chair in silence; it looks as though they've already discussed

exhausted, to sleep right

the range of the stone. You heard

makes sense,

studies me, her ruby red eyes as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with his

isn't a subject I've brought up to anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is too terrifying to

Thears

gaze fixes on Lucas, who meets her stare with an impassive expression. His arm drapes casually over the back of my chair, a gesture

squirm in

seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam, but there is also a cold distance between

stalemate. Her attention shifts back to me her expression softening

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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