Chapter 148 Ava: A Vampire's Goodwill (II)

Sister Miriam doesn't speak again until I've finished way too much food.

"I doubt you came here just to ask about my letter," she finally says, and I jump at the opportunity to finally get answers.

"My best friend was taken in the attack. I want to know where she is. I need to save her."

Her eyes grow unfocused, and the strange men return, tidying up the dishes and taking them away in silence.

I watch them curiously as they move. Their faces are blank, and they're unmistakably human, despite the odd sheen of their skin.

Thralls, Selene murmurs. Bonded servants.

Bonded—to Sister Miriam?

Yes. What you risked when the vampire bit you.

My stomach twists, threatening to let go of the contents I'd just downed with little grace.

Sister Miriam's long fingers tap against the table in a thoughtful rhythm. "One cannot speak an untruth with Fae food in their belly."

I glance at the table in front of me, but the dishes are gone, and her thrall servants with them.

"Fae food?" I ask, my heart dropping at how easily I was convinced to eat my way into a trap.

"It won't harm you, child."

It isn't for human consumption because of its strong side effects, Selene mutters. Damn it. I should have known, but I cannot sense Fae magic.

It turns out that you're but a babe in the world of supernaturals. Eating the food in front

but she doesn't seem

child, but the one who has his

forward, hands gripping the edge of the table. "That means you know who it

and unnerving smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It isn't

need to

long moment, her dark eyes seeming to

anything, if it

Serving yourself up to a vampire is tantamount to suicide. Very well. As a gesture of my goodwill, I

is known as the Mad

I'd expect to see in a fantasy

but everyone knows this: His sanity is gone,

vampire? But why me? "What does he want with

also understand, the Mad Prince stops at

my head, making my stomach churn.

"I know so."

I supposed to do? How can I save Lisa if

almost glowing with the intensity of her stare. "Tell me, little

she stares at the vampire, but her mental

Miriam continues, "Do you wish to

and Sister Miriam's eyes move lazily over to

know," she

"You can hear her?"

stands with a vague, waving-off gesture of her hand. "I can hear your wolf when she wishes

is no witch, Selene growls, jumping onto the table to stalk closer

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