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-

Lucas arches a brow in such a meaningful way that

everywhere. You should shower. "I'll

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 mug as

like horror

His Memories.

307 Ava His

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

her cup. "Your wolves seem to be in good spirits. You've given them their

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 of the land,

""Where are you?"

and I grimace. "Sorry. I was

I've

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 my nose in other

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

her throat. "Your wolf 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

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

must have been exhausted, to sleep right through that. This place isn't

the range of the stone. You

That makes sense,

has lost his

anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is

Thears

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

in

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

to me her expression softening

races, quickly gathering the fragments of infomation that have been tossed my way. "Not much. I admit, feeling a twinge of guilt. I'm always so nerwhelmed with what's in front of

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