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314 Ava: Grimoire's Manipulation

Before my eyes, the book's form fades. In its place, Grimoire materializes, perched on the edge of the table. Flames lick at his skin, but do nothing to the wood of the table. His expression is distinctly sour as he glowers at Lucas. "It isn't right to wedge yourself between my bond with Ava."

I feel Lucas tense behind me, his hand tightening around mine.

"I'm not wedging myself anywhere. She's my mate."

Grimoire's eyes narrow. "And I am her magical counterpart. Our bond is just as important. Perhaps even more so."

The way my mate tenses behind me has me scrambling to defuse the situation. "Enough, Grimoire."

Know your place, Selene adds, her mental growl making my eardrums vibrate.

Lucas's thumb traces circles on the back of my hand, and when I glance back, he looks... pleased. His lips curl up, his face relaxed. In fact, I think I'd categorize him as distinctly smug. Grimoire, on the other hand, has shrunk from the size of a man to the size of a child. He even looks younger, the planes of his face round and soft, and his voice a higher pitch than before. "He still has to respect our bond, Grimoire insists, crossing his arms in a sulky demeanor that makes him seem about five years old.

He's...

Adorable. HIGO

Patters.

Even though I know he's thousands upon thousands of years old, my heart pitters and squeezing out maternal affection at his appearance.

Really? Selene's exasperation snaps me out of it. He's a book, Ava. Not your kid.

Frowning at Grimoire, I focus on the bond between us. There's an odd sort of fuzziness there that brings up all those maternal feelings again when I touch it.

My eyes narrow. "Are you manipulating my emotions, Grimoire?"

child, and my heart trembles-until I slam closed the magical connection between us. The childish figure of Grimoire pops out of existence,

feel good to know he was

The yanking stops.

pulls me into his arms, his chest warm against my back. "See?

a child tes grain vestr

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there's a tiny little tug. So gentle I would miss

for it.

the book again, thinking of how my magic flowed into it last time. He hadn't asked for permission; he'd just taken it. That

you have something

sounding suitably chastised. I won't do that

at the book, I ask suspiciously, "And

take

what you did, Selene says irritably. You're old enough to know better. Bonds are sacred. If you only bonded her

promise. Please, let me out. I'll

all back to that puppy-dog bond, the one that's

This time, I don't feel a rush of maternal emotions when I see his face. It's cute, but in the

child-Grimoire

tightening around

up

helpful, Selene mutters. If I was there, he'd have teeth

sorry, okay? I

hardly an

"What more should I-"

two is necessary for my sanity. "Why were

brightens, Somehow, this childish look of his suits his

"Oh?"

wolf was once mated to his,

You have no right to

314 Ava: Grimoire's Manipulation