Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Lisa: What Happened?

LISA

Everyone’s acting strangely, but I can’t blame them—my mind’s busy whirling with how I got outside without any memory of it. It’s clear I’ve lost a decent chunk of time, because last I remember, Lucas wasn’t back yet.

"Take a shower," Ava suggests, worry etched in the lines of her forehead. Her light blue eyes seem darker than usual, and it’s clear she isn’t telling me something.

My fingers catch in my tangled hair. The strands are stiff with cold, and my scalp protests the rough treatment. My toes feel like blocks of ice in my shoes, so a hot shower sounds perfect right now.

But Kellan won’t look at me. His jaw is tight, his shoulders stiff, and his eyes fix on some point over my head. My stomach twists. What did I do? What happened in that blank space of time I can’t remember?

Lucas and Ava hover nearby, and the awkwardness thickens with each passing second. Ava’s face does that thing it does when she’s having a conversation with someone else—probably Selene or her magical book friend. No one’s leaving, despite the suggestion to shower, and I wonder where Selene went. She was with us until we got home.

Ava’s eyes dart between me and Lucas, and understanding dawns on her face. "Lucas, go back. We’ll wait for Vanessa."

There’s someone else coming? "Um, why is Vanessa...?"

"We need to check for frostbite." Kellan’s voice is rough, sounding almost... irritated, maybe. He still won’t look at me.

A nervous laugh bubbles up. "I don’t have frostbite. My toes are just cold."

Silence. Heavy, oppressive silence. Kellan’s jaw works, but no words come out.

Fine. Whatever. I turn toward the bathroom, my movements stiff and awkward. Questions swirl in my head—what happened out there? Why won’t anyone tell me straight out? Why are they all acting like I might break?

The bathroom door clicks shut behind me, and I lean against it with a sigh, only to jump when Ava knocks on the door and pokes her head through. "Here’s some clothes. Don’t worry, Lucas is gone."

My fingers clutch the clothes she holds out, but before Ava can slip away, I grab her hands. The fabric bunches between our palms. "Wait. Please. What’s happening to me?"

The sharp lines of worry on her face melt into something softer, sadder. Without a word, she steps inside and closes the door behind her. Her arms wrap around me, tight enough that I can barely breathe.

"Ave?"

"Don’t worry. I’m working on figuring it out. I’ve been talking with Grimoire, and—"

My heart stutters. Grimoire? If he’s involved, I’m not sure I want to know what’s wrong with me. Is there a strange magical parasite in my head? Have I lost half my life because I’ve been using magitech?

"Why is Grimoire worried?" The words scratch past my throat.

"Hey." Ava pulls back, her hands firm on my shoulders. "I said don’t worry. We’re handling it."

But her eyes tell a different story. There’s fear there, hidden beneath determination.

My stomach ties itself in knots. "What aren’t you telling me?"