Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 213

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.

shakes his head, his expression grim. "No,

growls, her hackles raised.

crackle with energy, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on

Steve and her

the basement of a

nauseated when I

I think

blurring at 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 me,

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

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

my eyes, blinding after

some on their knees, others flat on their backs, all of

building

space. No

if it never existed at

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

ashen. "No

Steve, the way her office seemed to exist

air, leaving no trace of its existence. It's

least, I can only assume it's Fae

magic

his hair, his expression grim. "We need to tell Lucas. If Steve's a Fae, she could be working with the vampires.

with vampires is a new

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

have a gut feeling

where is she, and why is

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