Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 213 Ava: It's Gone

"Did you see that?" I ask Kellan, my voice barely above a whisper.

He glances at me, brows furrowed and body alert. "See what?"

I shake my head, not quite sure how to explain the strange phenomenon. "Nothing. Never mind."

As we exit the car, I can't help but glance behind us, taking in the six guards that follow in our wake. Their presence should be reassuring, a sign of Lucas' commitment to my safety, but instead it only serves to heighten my unease.

There's something in the air, a buzzing energy that sets my teeth on edge and makes my skin feel too tight. It's like the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

We enter the building, our footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. Kellan leads the way, broad shoulders tense beneath his suit jacket. I trail behind him, my heart hammering in my chest as we descend the stairs to the basement, noticing that there's no light coming from below.

Kellan and I both pull out our phones to use as flashlights, but don't stop our descent.

When we reach the bottom, I stop short, my breath catching in my throat. The office, the reception desk, the colorful artwork that had adorned the walls—it's all gone. In its place is nothing but a bare, concrete room, devoid of any sign of life. As if no office had ever existed. No drywall. No electric wires.

Just… nothing.

"What the hell?" Kellan mutters, his eyes scanning the empty space.

I step forward, my fingers trailing along the rough wall. "It was here, wasn't it? We didn't take a wrong turn?"

A silly question. It's the same building, in the same neighborhood.

Nothing's changed.

And yet Steve isn't here.

grim. "No,

growls, her hackles raised.

air seems to crackle with energy, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Every instinct screams at me to run, to get as far away from

Steve and her little child

the office in the basement

felt nauseated when I looked into her

I think

my lungs. I crumple to my knees, one hand clawing at my chest, the other scrabbling

my lungs screaming for

or maybe a

heaving with great, shuddering breaths, feeding oxygen to my starving lungs. Sunlight sears my eyes, blinding after the impenetrable darkness. Spots dance across my vision as I try to make sense of

sprawled on the asphalt like discarded ragdolls. The guards are scattered around us, some on their knees, others flat on their backs, all of

the building

office, there is now nothing but empty space. No rubble, no debris,

it never existed at

stare at the vacant lot, my mind reeling. "I think Steve's a Fae," I say lamely, the words

pushes himself to his feet, his face ashen. "No shit," he mutters, dusting

have been so blind? The signs were there all along—the strange energy that surrounded Steve, the way her office seemed to exist

now, this. A building that vanishes into thin air, leaving no trace of its existence. It's the kind of magic that only the

can only assume

magic of

a hand through his hair, his expression grim. "We need to tell Lucas. If Steve's a Fae, she could be working with the vampires. I don't know

with vampires is a new level of

she was helping us, what her endgame is. It's possible she's

but I have

and why