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.

his expression grim. "No, we didn't.

growls, her hackles raised. Be

swallow. The air seems to crackle with energy, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand

right about Steve and her little

office in the basement of a

when I looked into

I think

my knees, one hand clawing at my chest, the

my lungs screaming for oxygen. Tears stream down my face, hot and stinging, as I silently beg for mercy, for release

began, or maybe a

Sunlight sears my eyes, blinding after the impenetrable darkness. Spots dance across my vision as

discarded ragdolls. The guards are scattered around us, some on their knees, others flat on

the building

housing Steve's office, there is now nothing but empty space. No rubble, no debris, not even a single brick to mark its former presence. Just

if it never existed at

think Steve's a

ashen. "No shit," he

that surrounded Steve, the way her office seemed to exist outside of

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

least, I can only assume

definitely magic of

through his hair, his expression grim. "We need to tell Lucas. If Steve's a Fae, she

working with

voice steadier than I feel. "Why she was helping us, what her endgame

but I have a

she, and why is