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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?"

slam closed the magical connection between us. The childish figure of Grimoire pops out

mean it. It doesn't feel good to know he was able

The yanking stops.

warm against

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tug. So gentle I would miss it, if

for it.

how my magic flowed into it last time. He hadn't asked for permission; he'd just taken it. That pisses me

you have something to say

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

book, I ask suspiciously,

take over. You've been spending all

better. Bonds are sacred. If you only bonded her to manipulate her into doing what you want, I'll tell her exactly how to break it Break it? You can do

again. I promise. Please, let me out. I'll be on

of the condescending elitist; it's all back to that puppy-dog bond, the one that's overly affectionate and

don't feel a rush

child-Grimoire says

arms tightening around me. "Why

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

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

"I'm sorry, okay?

hardly an

"What more should I-"

enough." Interrupting the two is necessary for my sanity. "Why

brightens, Somehow, this childish look of

"Oh?"

mated to his, wasn't

intensifies You have

314 Ava: Grimoire's Manipulation