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.

Jericho, before we go downstairs, I had a strange phone

* * *

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

guards—my biggest entourage yet—follow me into the building, while two stay outside

corner, making me feel like I've stepped into some gritty crime movie

Jericho come with us?" I ask, my voice echoing off the metal and

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

"Who are

"You'll see soon enough."

mutter under my breath about the building belonging in a

"Who's Steve?"

human who's been

the way down a set of stairs without a single light, except whatever's coming

like a professional office, complete with fake plants,

as we approach the empty

nods. "No one ever

beneath the desk, startling me. 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

appointment?" he asks, his voice high-pitched

shakes his head. "No. I'm Kellan Ashbourne, and this

with a sneer. "I remember you." His gaze shifts to me, and I

through me. How does he know who

throat. "Ava

I assume—looks taken aback. He studies me intently, his eyes narrowed, before

door at the very end.

quiet. Steve is in a

Okay. He's not Steve.

the hell is

of operation is this? And why would Lucas and Kellan be

touches my mind, grumpy and petulant. She's still upset about being left behind, but Kellan

a large wooden desk dominating the space. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with anything but books. Instead, there

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