Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 200

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.

before we go downstairs, I had a

* * *

the

me into the building, while two stay

walk through the dimly lit warehouse. Shadows loom 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 metal and

to stay on Blackwood land while I'm away. Besides, Jericho's a lot less tech

frown, unsatisfied. "Who are

"You'll see soon enough."

mutter under my breath about the building belonging in a movie, and Kellan actually cracks a smile. "It's

"Who's Steve?"

who's been helping us

open with an ominous groan. Kellan leads the way down a set of

with fake

as we approach the

nods. "No one ever

He can't be more than ten years old. As he climbs onto the chair, my heart drops

he stands on the seat and stares at us over

appointment?" he asks, his voice high-pitched but

shakes his head. "No. I'm

off with a sneer. "I remember you." His gaze shifts to me, and I feel like a bug under a microscope. "Why

through me. How does he know who

"Ava is Alpha Lucas Westwood's

boy—Steve, I assume—looks taken aback. He studies me intently, his eyes narrowed, before grunting and waving

a long carpeted hallway to a door at the very end. Pausing with his hand on the knob, he turns

Steve is

Okay. He's not Steve.

who the hell is

What kind of operation is this? And why would Lucas and

She's still upset about being left behind, but Kellan was very

room is an office, with a large wooden desk dominating the space. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with anything but books.

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