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 fabrication, a clever illusion designed to sow fear and

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

a question with a complicated answer. One that I believe you

won't answer

tell you, wolf. No

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

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

reach out, my fingertips hovering just above the cool metal. "How did you come to possess

say that I have a knack for acquiring rare and valuable items.

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 things she's

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

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

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

medical knowledge kicking into gear as she attempts to rationalize the

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

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

clouds the woman's

mean, I've never encountered a

never seen

over her chest. "Well, now you have. And I'd appreciate it if you kept

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

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 few steps back, her

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