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-

arches a brow in such a meaningful way that I pause. Damn. Do I smell

everywhere. You should shower. "I'll

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

like horror

His Memories.

307 Ava His

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

finger around the rim of her cup. "Your wolves seem to be in good spirits. You've given them their first taste

me more pleased than I'd like 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

""Where are you?"

at me with concern, and I

I've

to get used to this 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

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

stone in the center of the table. "We

While you made a good display yesterday, it

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

have been exhausted, to sleep right through

just outside the range of the stone. You

That makes sense,

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

Lucas had already told me his wolf is gone. "How many know about this?" While I 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 information out loose. "Do you know why?" I

Thears

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, and I resist

in

this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam, but there is also a cold distance

Sister Miriam breaks the stalemate. Her attention shifts back to me her expression softening slightly. Ava, how much do you know about the attack

I admit, feeling a twinge of guilt. I'm always so nerwhelmed with

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