Chapter 201 Ava: Steve (II)

Steve taps her pen against her lips as the kid from the reception desk leans in to whisper something in her ear. I can't make out the words, but whatever he says makes Steve's eyebrows shoot up.

She nods slowly, her gaze flicking back to me with renewed intensity.

Shifting uncomfortably in my chair, I glance at Kellan. What I want is reassurance, but instead I notice the tense set of his jaw, the new wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, and a slight tic in his cheek.

It's a subtle tell, but one I recognize. He's on edge.

And that's when it hits me. Kellan may be willing to work with these people, but that doesn't mean he trusts them. It doesn't mean they're on our side.

Who are these strange, unsettling children?

I swallow hard, my mouth gone dry. Kellan's tension is contagious, seeping into my own muscles, coiling them tight.

What's going on, Ava?

Selene's mental voice is too soft, probably from the distance between us.

Things are weird here, Selene.

I don't feel like we're in danger, but there's definitely something that leaves me unsettled, with chills rushing down my back and arms.

Her worry carries through the bond between us. Be careful, Ava.

Straightening in my chair, I take a deep breath. Then another. If Kellan brought me here, there's a reason for it. Lucas trusts him. I do, too.

My attention snaps back to Steve as she asks me a question.

in

"Fae?"

I turn to Kellan, whose jaw tightens

the desk as she peers into my eyes with unsettling intensity. A wave of dizziness washes

any contact with the Fae," I manage, averting my gaze. The nausea

remains skeptical. "Only Fae magic could interfere with a

I look away again. "I

long moment, Steve sits back. "Alright, I'll take your denial at face

you look into the

"I can try, but no

extends his hand towards me, and I blink, realizing belatedly that he wants my phone. After fumbling in my

She arches an eyebrow.

the actual phone to check the call," she says, her

rises to my cheeks as embarrassment mingles with the lingering nausea. Once prompted, I mumble my phone number,

by, and my skin

more comfortably on the chair, my head twinges, a

call came from the general area of Dakota

confused glance, but

'Unregistered city,'

almost mystical, a far

Kellan asks,

That area is a dead zone for

gratitude genuine despite my

hand. "Don't mention it. Seriously, don't.

of laughter escapes Kellan, and even I manage a weak smile. In this world of wolves and magic, it seems even children have images to

take our leave, stepping out into the harsh glare of daylight. The

I ask Kellan as he slides into the driver's seat of

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