87 Ava: Missing, AGAIN
Panic has me looking around the room, as if they would just be sitting somewhere. It’s most likely that someone took my jewelry off when I was brought in.
My gaze falls upon the various wires and tubes tethering me to the bed. A thin IV line snakes its way into the crook of my elbow, delivering fluids and medication. A catheter bag hangs from the side of the bed, freeing me from any need for the bathroom.
All great, until I need to get up and look for something. Son of a bitch.
There’s a wheeled table for meals, but all it has is some paperwork that seems to be welcoming me to the -hospital. Does anyone even read those things?
Panic is well on its way to blowing its top inside of my head and setting off a full–scale anxiety attack. My eyes dart from the nightstand to the small closet, but there’s no sign of my jewelry anywhere.
I keep trying to fiddle with a ring that is no longer on my finger, and it’s driving me crazy.
87 Ava: Missing, AGAIN
Finally, I remember the call light. With a trembling finger, I depress the button.
Seconds feel like an eternity as I wait, my mind racing with possibilities. What if they were lost in the woods, during the attack? I hadn’t stopped to see if they’d fallen off. If they’re all the way out there, how the hell do I get them back?
I don’t know a lot about Lucas, but I know alphas.
He’d never let me go back there, and it would be impossible to explain how important the jewelry is. I can’t just tell him that they’re used to keep my power hidden.
The gentle click of the door opening draws my
attention, and a kind–faced nurse steps into the room. “She’s older, and smells of human and rubbing alcohol. “Did you press your call light, dear?”
“My necklace and ring,” I blurt out, struggling to keep my voice calm despite the desperation seeping into it. “I can’t find them anywhere. Do you know what happened to them?”
The nurse’s expression softens with understanding. “I’m afraid I wasn’t here when you were first admitted,
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sweetheart. But let me check with the security team.
It’s standard procedure to put any valuables in a safety box, especially when the patient isn’t conscious.”
Relief washes over me at her words, and I nod gratefully. “Thank you. Those items mean so much to
“Of course, dear. I’ll be right back”
Now to wait.
lean back against the pillows, my fingers idly tracing the bandages wrapped around my neck. Memories of the past few days flood my mind–the terror, the pain, the overwhelming sense of liberation.
And my mate.
The word still feels foreign, even as it ignites a flicker
of warmth within me. So much has happened.
It’s hard to think that a few short weeks ago, I was indignant at his presence in Cedarwood, thinking the
worst of him as he tried to show me he cared.
Am I caving too soon?
But even if I’m willing to give him a chance, nothing can happen until I talk to him.
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And even then…
There are other secrets. Like my powers. And Selene.
It feels like there are a thousand reasons against. reconnecting with Lucas.
Waiting is an exercise in patience.
I drum my fingers against the quilt, because I have no ring to twirl. Every steady beep from the machines around me only amplifies the anxious, never–ending cycle of worry taking over my mind.
Without my necklace and ring, what will happen to
me?
At what point will the people around me recognize
that I’m different?
How soon before I hit another heat? So far, there are no signs–but, I just had my heat a few weeks ago, with Clayton.
Will my powers begin to manifest against my will?
The gentle creak of the door opening forces me out of the vicious cycle of questions with no answers, and I feel hope rise in me, only to be dashed a moment later
by the look on the nurse’s face.
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