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.

expression grim. "No, we didn't. Something's not

of magic, Selene growls, her hackles

hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Every instinct screams at me

about Steve and her little

the office in the basement of

felt nauseated when I looked

I think

as the air is sucked from my lungs. I crumple to my knees, one hand clawing at my chest, the other scrabbling against the rough concrete floor. Beside me, Kellan gasps, his

our phones snuffed out like candles in a hurricane. I'm drowning, suffocating, my lungs screaming for oxygen. Tears stream down my face, hot and stinging,

as suddenly as it began, or maybe a hundred years later, it's

oxygen to my starving lungs. Sunlight sears my eyes, blinding after the impenetrable darkness. Spots dance across

us, some on their

the building is

housing Steve's office, there is now nothing but empty space. No rubble, no debris, not even a single

it never existed

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

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

all along—the strange energy that surrounded Steve, the way her office seemed to exist

no trace of its existence. It's the kind of magic that only the Fae are capable

only assume it's

magic of some

a Fae, she could be working with the vampires. I don't know how much information she's

of a Fae working with vampires is a new

voice steadier than I feel. "Why she was helping us, what her endgame is. It's possible she's not working with them

doubtful, but I have

where is she, and