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 it?" Marcus

continues, her voice low and serious. "He was a fabrication, a clever

I trot a little faster to reach her side. "Who would do something

is a question with a complicated answer. One that I believe you will discover in due

won't answer

cannot tell you, wolf. No matter what price is

find myself drawn to the eclectic mix of artifacts on display. A gleaming sword catches my eye, its blade etched with intricate runes that

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

hovering just above the cool metal.

a knack for acquiring rare and valuable items. Over the

hangs in the air, a reminder of the vast chasm of experience and knowledge that separates Sister Miriam from the rest of us. I can't even begin to imagine the

is just the beginning," Sister Miriam says, as if reading

main foyer, where a peculiar group awaits

who served me during my previous visit to Sister Miriam's home. However, it's the third

her face reveals the maturity of a woman well into her forties. Long blonde pigtails frame her

breath, her medical knowledge kicking into gear as she attempts to rationalize the woman's unique proportions. "Not dwarfism," she whispers, her brow furrowed in concentration. "She's too proportionate for that.

continue her speculations, the woman in question speaks in exasperation. "Haven't you ever seen a gnome before?" Her tone is deep and

flush with embarrassment, and she quickly apologizes for her rudeness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to

clouds the

never encountered a gnome

seen Vanessa

her arms over her chest. "Well, now you

heard of gnomes, of course. Even my mother has one in her garden, saying something about it warding

woman, her nose twitching as she takes in her scent. The gnome woman recoils, her face

sharp and authoritative. Selene, startled by the gnome's

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