Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 120

Chapter 120 Ava: Vampire's Call

"If you ever need me, child, simply light a candle and call my name. I'll find you."

My eyes snap open in the middle of a deep sleep, and my heart races, a thunderous pounding in my chest that shakes my entire body.

The dream was too real, too close to memory. Selene's ears perk up as she lifts her head from the foot of the bed. What's wrong, Ava?

I shake my head, eyes darting to the door. Kellan's somewhere in the apartment, ever present, always listening. I think I know how to contact Sister Miriam. The maybe-vampire lady.

Selene's blue eyes widen. How? She sits up, her full attention on me.

When she visited me before the ceremony, she said if I needed her, I should light a candle and call her name. That she'd find me.

Tell me everything, Selene says, her voice gentle in my mind. Every detail.

I recount the memory, the cloying scent of incense, the invasive way she touched me, her cryptic words. The dread and intrigue she instilled in my mother.

Your mother fears her, Selene muses. As she should. Vampires are not to be trifled with.

But she might have answers. About what I am. What's happening to me. She seemed to know.

Selene is quiet for a long moment. Vampires are ancient, powerful creatures with their own agendas. She may help you, but there will be a price. There always is, with their kind.

I swallow hard, a shiver running through me. I'll be careful. I promise.

Try to sleep, Selene says, curling back up. We'll talk more tomorrow.

I nod, sinking back against the pillows. But sleep is elusive, my mind spinning with possibilities and fears.

Sister Miriam's red eyes follow me into my dreams, her silken voice a whispered promise. "I'll find you."

I toss and turn, the sheets twisting around my legs. Power pulses under my skin, a restless itch I can't scratch.

What if she's the key? What if she can unlock the mystery inside me, teach me to wield the elements like weapons?

But Selene's warning lingers, a cold weight in my stomach. There will be a price. With vampires, there always is.

the ceiling, indifferent to my struggles. Outside, the moon is bright, almost full. Its

* * *

days pass in

between Blackwood and Westwood. I don't know the details, but I do know that the search for my

I'm told, they're no closer to finding them. But the

changed. I'm stronger and

my field of vision like one of those winding pop-up toys. I manage to keep my face blank even as my heartbeat spikes for a

"Fall?"

smacking me in the face. It's raining outside, and he's decided to show us a little mercy by letting us do all of our torture

curls.

I thought we were going to learn

going to learn that without

a point. But I don't want to admit he does, so I cross my arms and

know how to

"Oh, do you now?"

moves faster than I can track, from weathered and unimpressed

my lungs in the space of a

to re-learn how to breathe after the

"Get up," he barks.

to my feet is an effort, my tailbone throbbing with

like a sack of potatoes. Bend your knees, tuck

no point in telling him that he never taught me shit before throwing me down. He'd just laugh. So I grit my teeth and nod, determined to

what

hits the mat, and

"Again," Jericho orders.

and over, he knocks me down, and over and over, I struggle to my feet. Each time, he barks out a correction. It's always something. How I hit the ground.

How my body moves.

connected into one giant bruise, and the mat becomes a nightmare I'm never going to forget. For being something foam and giving, it feels like stone

corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Lisa. She's with Kellan, who's putting her through some kind of calisthenics routine. Pushups, sit-ups, lunges, weird

give to trade places right now

is coming at me again,

best to anticipate the fall,

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