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

reeks of magic, Selene growls, her hackles

hard to swallow. The 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 this place as

right about Steve and her little

office in the basement of a

way I felt nauseated when

think

crumple to my knees, one hand clawing at

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 I

then, as suddenly as it began, or maybe a

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

discarded ragdolls. The guards are scattered around us, some on their knees, others flat on their backs, all of them gasping and coughing as

building is

once stood an abandoned structure housing Steve's office, there is now nothing but empty space. No rubble, no debris, not even a

it never

think Steve's a Fae," I say lamely, the words falling

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

could I have been so blind? The signs were there all along—the strange energy that surrounded Steve, the way her office seemed to exist outside of reality, the unease that coiled in my gut every time I

no trace of its

least, I can only assume

definitely magic of

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

idea of a Fae working with vampires is

she wants," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "Why she was helping us, what her

I have a

and why is