Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 219

Chapter 219 Ava: The Fae Ward (I)

"I don't have ADHD, Selene."

"Don't you?" Vanessa looks surprised.

"Do I?" My surprise mirrors hers.

"I assumed you… Well, I'm not a doctor, only a pack healer, so I could be wrong."

"ADHD or not, we're taking too long. Let's go, children. Ava, finish your conversation or talk while you walk, please."

Sister Miriam's stern housemistress voice has us all straightening up and following, as I mutter into the phone, "We're all safe, and have a few things to tell you later when we get settled."

Kellan sighs. "Make sure you call, Ava. And call Lucas too. You know he's going to be worried. I've already updated him through text. Since he hasn't blown my phone up or ripped my head off from afar, I can only assume he's busy with the Council."

"Got it. I will."

Hanging up, I see Vanessa sliding her own phone into her pocket, flashing an amused smile in my direction. "Had to text Vester and warn him."

"Doesn't he know you're doing this?"

"Of course, but he worries."

As we walk, Vanessa quickens her pace to catch up with Sister Miriam. "What did you mean earlier, before we went through the portal? About that vampire in Blackwood territory never existing?"

Sister Miriam pauses, turning to face us with an enigmatic smile. "Ah, yes. Marjory, was it? The one who died screaming during your interrogation?"

My best guess is that she's talking about my neighbor, Margot Mitchell. The idea that she's dead sits heavy on my mind; I'm not sure how to feel about it.

you even know about

wolf." Sister Miriam sighs. "That vampire was not real," she continues, her voice low and serious. "He was a fabrication, a clever illusion designed to sow fear and

why?" Confused, I trot a little faster to reach her

her head. "That, my dear, is a question with a complicated answer. One that I believe you will discover in due

won't

cannot tell you, wolf. No matter what price

navigate the winding corridors of the mansion, I find myself drawn to the eclectic mix of artifacts on display. A gleaming sword catches my eye, its blade

once belonged to a great warrior, a man who fought alongside the Fae in a battle that shaped the very fabric

above the

knack for acquiring rare and valuable items. Over the centuries, I've amassed

word hangs in the air, a reminder of the vast chasm of experience and knowledge that separates Sister

Miriam says, as if reading my thoughts. "There is so much more for

what appears to be the main foyer, where a peculiar group awaits our

thralls who served me during my previous visit to Sister Miriam's home. However, it's the third individual who captures my attention—an incredibly

face reveals the maturity of a woman well

Vanessa mutters under her breath, her medical knowledge kicking into gear as she attempts to rationalize

in exasperation. "Haven't you ever seen a gnome before?" Her tone is

quickly apologizes for her rudeness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I've never even of gnomes. Just

clouds the woman's

I've never

never seen Vanessa so

her chest. "Well, now you have. And I'd appreciate

course. Even my mother has one in her garden, saying something about it warding off bad energy. But they look nothing like the

trots straight up to the woman, her nose twitching as she takes in her scent. The gnome woman recoils,

she demands, her voice sharp and authoritative. Selene, startled by the gnome's reaction, takes a

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