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-

a meaningful way that I pause. Damn. Do

do. It's everywhere. You should

Miriam 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. 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

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

seem to be in good spirits. You've

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?"

with concern, and I

I've

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

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

throat. "Your wolf is with the Grand Sage." She taps the stone in the center

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

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

been exhausted, to sleep right through that. This

bed is just outside the range of

That makes sense,

as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with his wolf. This is why he could

up to anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is too terrifying to let that information out loose. "Do you know why?"

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 gesture that feels back protectie and possessive. The tension between them thickens,

squirm in my

dear he has no intention of contributing to this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam, but

Sister Miriam breaks the stalemate. Her attention shifts back to me her

I admit, feeling a twinge of guilt. I'm always so nerwhelmed with what's in front of me.

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