Chapter 147 Ava: A Vampire's Goodwill (I)

The familiar voice comes from behind us. Spinning around, I find Sister Miriam standing in the doorway, exactly as I remember her. Pale skin. Dark hair that seems to swallow light instead of reflecting it. Eerie red eyes that seem to glow in the soft light of the room.

It occurs to me that the curtains are all wide open, letting natural light into this space. And she visited during the day when we first met.

I really need to learn more about vampires. My lack of knowledge might get me killed.

"How did we get here?" I ask, hating the slight tremor in my words.

It isn't every day that you open your eyes and realize you've been magicked to another place.

Sister Miriam smiles, but there's something unsettling about the expression. It doesn't quite reach her eyes. I remember, now, how her face doesn't really move with her smiles. "You called for me, did you not?"

Each graceful step brings her closer, and I step back, bumping against the warmth of Selene's body. At least I'm not alone.

It's almost as if she's gliding rather than walking.

"I must say, I'm impressed. Not many have the ability to reach me in such a way."

My brows come together in confusion. "I don't understand. I just lit the candle and thought of you, like you said."

"It takes more than just a candle and a thought, child. There must be power behind it. Power that you clearly possess."

She moves closer to me, and I fight the urge to take another step back. There's something about her presence that both terrifies and intrigues me. "What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sister Miriam tilts her head to the side, studying me with those unnerving eyes. "The question is, what do you want from me? You called for me, after all. There must be a reason."

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "You sent a letter to the Westwood pack, warning me about danger."

gesture more dismissive than anything else. "You

did you try to save

she has an inhuman grace. At other times, it's like she's a robot with bad programming,

there be a reason to

doesn't need to be a reason, and

observes, way too calm for our current

Shit.

Yeah, he is.

is the candle still burning at the apartment? That's a

Miriam turns suddenly, waving us in her

clocks in the room, all showing different

Nope.

No phone.

call someone and let Lucas know I'm safe and alive if I had

to microchip you at this

I follow Sister Miriam to dinner, even if it should only

remembering that she had the unusual

us into a giant room, filled only

quick count shows twenty chairs

shakes her head, sneezing hard. Old blood, she murmurs.

a chair

sitting seems rude. Even

I didn't

with a faint smile. "Don't worry. No one will harm you while you

hops into the chair beside it, looking incongruous as a dog

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