Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 449

Chapter 449: Ava: Ping

"You went through it too, didn’t you?"

Scooping scrambled eggs out of a pan isn’t usually hard, but the cast-iron pan isn’t as non-stick as I was told it was. Or maybe I’m using it wrong. Either way, there’s an entire layer of egg still on it.

I’ll deal with it later.

"What do you mean?" Tossing the wooden spatula into the pan, I squint across the kitchen at Lisa, having only acquired three-quarters of the eggs onto a plate. "You can’t just ask me an open-ended question without context."

Lisa’s got her chin in her hand, staring out the kitchen window at the hustle and bustle outside. Clayton’s group has arrived, and I’m playing hooky over my Luna responsibilities out of deference to my mate’s uncomfortable feelings when it comes to the Aspen Alpha.

It isn’t like I’m going to avoid him the entire time he’s here, or anything. Lucas just seemed a little on edge about his arrival.

Lisa shifts in her seat, fingers drumming against her cheek. "You know, when Todd... Did what he did. Was there ever any, um, pleasure? Even if you didn’t want it?"

My body freezes. I don’t think of Todd Mason often anymore, but there are nightmares sometimes.

Lisa’s eyes are fixed on something beyond the window; she doesn’t look at me even once.

Taking a breath, I grab the plate and slide it in front of her, along with a fork. "No," I admit, the answer coming out steady despite the rawness of the topic. "I didn’t. But I’ve heard it’s more common than you’d think."

Lisa nods, poking at the eggs with her fork, but still without turning her head. It’s like she’s afraid of accidentally making eye contact. "Yeah. We probably watched the same documentary."

I drag out the chair across from her, dropping into it with a thud. Folding my arms on the table, I rest my chin on them, watching Lisa push the eggs around her plate without taking a bite.

The silence stretches, punctuated by distant voices outside and the scrape of her fork against ceramic. The reason she’s talking now is probably because of the wardstone on the table. No one can hear us.

"Can you..." Lisa stops, clears her throat. "Can Grimoire come out? I want to know more about this link I have with the crazy bastard."

I blink, surprised by the request.

"I refuse to call him the Mad Prince anymore," Lisa adds, voice stronger now. "I’ve always thought it was a cringey name, anyway."

A laugh bubbles up before I can stop it. "God, it really is, isn’t it? Sounds like something from a bad vampire romance."

The air beside me shimmers, molecules rearranging themselves until Grimoire materializes in the chair to my left. He’s in his adult form, but at least he’s left the flames behind.

"What do you want?" he asks Lisa, his words clipped.

Lisa sets down her fork, finally turning her face in order to meet his silver gaze. "Tell me honestly. How bad is it for me? Since the vampire made me... you know."

"Come? Orgasm? Climax? Experience la petite mort? Reach sexual culmination?"

I smack him upside his head, my hand passing through his form but carrying enough magical force to make him wince. "She doesn’t need you messing with her trauma."

Lisa looks a little sick, her face pale against the dark curtain of her hair.

Grimoire clears his throat, the smirk fading from his face as he seems to register the genuine distress in Lisa’s eyes. I guess his conscience is finally kicking in.

"With a weak vampire, the connection would fade within days," he explains, voice softer now. "But a stronger one might establish a more permanent link, even if weak. It depends on intent—was he trying to create a thrall, or was it temporary sustenance?"

Lisa wraps her arms around herself, shoulders hunching forward. "It’s clear he wanted to keep me around."

"Obviously," Grimoire says.

Her eyes narrow. "Then why did you ask?"

Grimoire straightens, indignation flaring across his features. "When did I ask you? I was explaining, and you interrupted."

I scrunch my nose at Grimoire’s dismissive tone. He might be ancient and powerful, but Lisa’s my best friend, and nobody gets to treat her this way—especially not after everything she’s been through. "One more snarky comment and I’ll let Selene have her way with your book form."

Grimoire’s silvery eyes widen a fraction, real concern flashing across his features. "You wouldn’t."

She’s a dhampir, Selene corrects.