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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?"

I slam closed the magical connection between us. The childish figure of Grimoire pops out of existence, leaving behind only his book form. Our bond tugs

good to know he was able to force emotions

The yanking stops.

chest warm against my back. "See? I don't

a child tes grain vestr

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tiny little tug. So gentle I would miss it,

for it.

He hadn't asked for permission;

something to say to

sorry, Grimoire says, sounding suitably chastised. I won't do

book, I ask suspiciously, "And

to take over. You've been spending

Bonds are sacred. If you only bonded her to manipulate her into doing what you

won't. I won't do it again. I promise. Please, let me out. I'll be on my

it's all back to that puppy-dog bond,

don't feel a rush

child-Grimoire

around me. "Why is

to say something!" Grimoire holds up his tiny hands. "I

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

sorry, okay?

is hardly an

"What more should I-"

is necessary for my sanity. "Why were you trying to get my

look of

"Oh?"

was once mated to

intensifies You have no right

314 Ava: Grimoire's Manipulation