Chapter 200 Ava: Steve (I)

The phone rings.

And rings.

All I get is voicemail, three different times.

Knowing that Lucas is busy with the Council, I just send a quick text for him to call me back when he can.

A knock on my door interrupts us, and Jericho pokes his head in with his typical scowling face. "All good in here?"

"Good," I confirm, as Selene rubs her nose against the ground.

The older shifter watches her as he closes the door behind him. "What's wrong with that?"

The way he emphasizes the 'that' has Selene freezing mid-movement, her lip curling above her teeth in a silent snarl.

Did he just call me—?!

"She is fine. Just sniffed the book and got a little too much magic in her nose."

That grizzly head nods, like it's a normal occurrence. "Every pup has to learn sometime, I guess." After seeing the blank stare on my face, he says, "It isn't unusual to run into the occasional magical artifact. Witches magicked just about everything they put their hands on. One fellow even found a pair of magic underwear."

I stare at Jericho, my mouth hanging open. Magic underwear? Seriously?

He just shrugs, completely unfazed. "Witches are an odd breed."

Shaking his head, he changes the subject. "Your Mrs. Elkins is having breakfast downstairs. Care to join her?"

My heart leaps. "Yes, absolutely!" Eager to talk to her, to ask her more about this book, about magic, about everything, I almost fall back into an old routine.

Secrets.

Tell him, Selene murmurs.

Jericho, before we go downstairs, I

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building in the middle of White Peak, which looks like an abandoned warehouse

into the building, while two stay outside to make sure we don't receive

in every corner, making me feel like I've stepped into some gritty crime movie set. I glance at

I ask, my voice echoing off the

doesn't break stride. "Someone needs to stay on Blackwood land while I'm away.

"Who are we meeting

"You'll see soon enough."

under my breath about the building belonging in a movie, and Kellan actually cracks

"Who's Steve?"

human who's been helping

reach a black metal door that creaks open with an ominous groan. Kellan leads the way down a set of stairs without a single light,

complete with fake plants, paintings on

admit as we approach

"No

in a suit and tie pops out from beneath the desk, startling me. He can't be more than ten years old. As he climbs onto the chair, my heart drops to my feet, waiting for it to roll out

he stands on the seat and stares at us over the counter with a

an appointment?" he asks, his

I'm Kellan Ashbourne,

gaze shifts to me, and I feel like a bug under a microscope. "Why

jolts through me. How does he know who

"Ava is Alpha Lucas Westwood's

studies me intently, his

the very end. Pausing with his hand on the knob, he turns to us

quiet. Steve is in

Okay. He's not Steve.

hell is this

as we step into the room. What kind of operation

She's still upset

desk dominating the space. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with anything but books.

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