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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?"

eyes go wide. Wider than should be possible. He looks like a woebegone child, and my heart trembles-until I slam closed the magical

me, Grimoire. I mean it. It doesn't feel good to know he was able

The yanking stops.

against my back. "See?

a child tes grain vestr

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a yank this time, there's a tiny little tug.

for it.

into it last time. He hadn't asked for permission; he'd just taken it.

something to

sorry, Grimoire says, sounding suitably chastised. I

eyes at the book, I ask suspiciously,

my jealousy to take over. You've been spending all your time with

bonded her to manipulate her into doing what you want,

do it again. I promise. Please, let me

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

easier than I thought it would be. The book fades away again, leaving child-Grimoire in its place. This time, I don't feel a rush of maternal emotions when I see his face. It's cute, but in the way children can be cute. Nothing special. Just

child-Grimoire says

tightening around me. "Why is he

to say something!" Grimoire holds up

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

shudders. "I'm sorry,

is hardly

"What more should I-"

two is necessary for my sanity. "Why were you trying

Somehow, this childish look of his suits his

"Oh?"

wolf was once mated

inside my head intensifies You have no right to sneak of such

314 Ava: Grimoire's Manipulation