Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 221

Chapter 221 Ava: The Fae Ward (III)

A giant of a man fills the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the frame on either side. He's easily twice the size of any man I've ever seen, with pointed ears that stretch back into his salt-and-pepper hair. Despite the gray streaks, his face is unwrinkled, but his eyes—swirling from blue to black and back again—hold a wisdom that speaks of countless years.

"You're late," he bellows, his voice reverberating through the courtyard like a clap of thunder.

His larger-than-life presence fills the courtyard, very different from the Fae guards who led us here.

Marcus and Vanessa move to step between us, their stances protective, but the strange man roars at them. "Stand back, you flea-ridden mutts! Let me see my pupil!"

There's an excitement in his tone that belies the aggressive volume of his words, leaving me more confused than frightened. Selene slinks forward, her ears pressed back against her skull as she sniffs at the air to scent the new arrival.

"Your pupil?" I ask, my voice sounding small and uncertain even to my own ears. "Are you the one Sister Miriam told me about?"

The man throws his head back and laughs, the sound booming like a cannon shot. "Who am I? I'm the one who's graciously allowed you entry into the Fae Ward, girl. The one who's going to teach you to control that wild magic of yours before it consumes you whole."

All the Fae to this point have been elegant, their movements natural and flowing. Even the intimidating guards move with a grace that seems to come from deep within.

This man, this teacher of mine, is like a bear, with wide movements and a lumbering gait. Even so, his excitement shines through, making his sinister-seeming phone calls feel innocuous now in the light of his energy.

volume. "And you, Ava Grey, have a great

friendly phone call might have helped." Trying to keep my words firm and even, I hold

ever seen. "Was I not friendly? I warned you about your friend, and you interrogated

your voice

rears back, distaste crawling across his face. "I, a respected wizard and Magister, disguise myself? Why would I

the giant Fae standing before us. "Are you not the

The daft child

a tiny, tinny voice says from behind him, and we all step back, startled by a new addition to our

amused. "We call her little Tinker, after one of

hair and sparkling lilac eyes that dance with mischief. As she

my fascination, the little Fae titters and spins around, revealing a remote control in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, the wings flap

that fabulous movie about the tiny Fae and the flying children. Of course, you humans butchered

uncomfortable laugh, unsure how to respond. "This place

Fae Realm, but it helps us feel more at

a lot of history to dig through, but Magister Orion clears his throat, drawing

them into the cottage, she falls into step beside me, her head barely reaching my hip. "I should explain about the, mm, what's the word? Oh, yes. The phone call," she says, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Magister Orion

it makes him sound sinister. Did it have the same

her face is almost

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