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.

did you even know

low and serious. "He was a

little faster to reach

my dear, is a question with a complicated answer. One that I believe you will discover

won't answer

are some things I cannot tell you, wolf. No matter what

find myself drawn to the eclectic mix of artifacts on display. A

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

out, my fingertips hovering just above the cool metal. "How did you

just say that I have a knack for acquiring rare

the vast chasm of experience and knowledge that separates Sister Miriam from the rest of

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

main foyer, where

who served me during my previous visit to Sister Miriam's home. However, it's the third individual who captures my attention—an incredibly short woman, standing no taller than a five- or six-year-old

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

falter in our steps, taken aback by the sight before us. Vanessa mutters under her breath, her medical knowledge kicking into gear as she attempts to rationalize the woman's unique proportions. "Not dwarfism," she

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

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I've never

clouds the

mean, I've never encountered a

never seen

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

my mother has one in her garden, saying something about it warding off bad energy. But they look

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

Selene, startled by the gnome's reaction, takes a few steps back, her ears flattening against her

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