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,

of magic, Selene growls, her

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

never right about Steve

the office in the

way I felt nauseated when I looked into

I think Steve's

the edges 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

from our phones snuffed out like candles in a hurricane. I'm drowning, suffocating, my lungs screaming for

suddenly as it began, or maybe

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

guards are scattered around us, some on their knees, others flat on their backs, all

building

there is now nothing but empty space. No rubble, no debris, not

it never

vacant lot, my mind reeling. "I think Steve's a Fae,"

ashen. "No shit," he mutters, dusting off his pants

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

building that vanishes into thin air, leaving no trace of its

I can only assume it's

definitely magic of

his expression grim. "We need to tell Lucas. If Steve's a

working with vampires

she was helping us, what her endgame is. It's possible she's not working with them at all. Just

I have a gut feeling

where is she, and why is the