Chapter 222 Ava: The Fae Ward (IV)

Selene sneezes several times, drawing Magister Orion's attention. "Ah, it seems your companion is allergic to our wards," he remarks, his tone sympathetic.

I frown, glancing down at Selene. "But she hasn't sneezed once since entering the Fae Ward."

Behind us, Layla snorts, amusement coloring her voice. "Magical wards and the Fae Ward are two completely separate things, you know."

Magister Orion nods, his expression kind as he explains, "Magical wards are a form of protection, and some wolves are particularly sensitive to their existence."

Selene sneezes again, as if to punctuate his point, and I reach down to stroke her fur soothingly. The enormity of the situation sinks in—I'm standing in a magical tower, in a place that doesn't really seem to exist in my world, surrounded by Fae and a powerful (presumably?) wizard, about to embark on a journey to control powers I barely understand.

It's like a freaking movie.

This doesn't feel real at all.

Our world has always been bigger than what you've experienced, Selene says, with the faint hint of sneezing even in her mental voice. Full of magic and power and fantastic things you'd be shocked to see. Your world as you know it is quite desolate.

Even so, knowing that all this has been hidden away in a city not far from humanity…

Now that I'm here, Selene says, sneezing once again, I can sense it. I don't know about the others, but this city was created at a natural convergence of realms. It's a fascinating place. I'd love to explore it more.

But her explanation is lost on me as Magister Orion guides us to a circle of comfortable-looking armchairs. "Now, sit, Ava Grey, and let me look at you."

"Wait." Coming to a halt, I look at this man who's declared himself to be my teacher, and the short little Fae. Or is she a gnome, like Layla? "First, I want to know: Where is Lisa?"

in the Third Ward," Tinker reports immediately. "There's an extraction underway for Ms.

I can see

avoiding thinking of her with too much frequency,

been compromised, Ms. Randall has

"Then—"

upbeat and charging over

sets. "I

that would

my list of people I can't really appreciate right at this moment, and Magister Orion clears his throat. "We have pulled in quite a few favors in order

phonetics," Tinker

Layla pops into the conversation again

phone," Vanessa says at the same

three of them turn to look at

you can just

phone," Tinker muses. "What an odd

have a phone?" I interject, foreseeing a deep dive into worldly and cultural differences that will sidetrack us all from what really

Apprenticeship is hard to come by these days, and I know your life span is much shorter than ours. Assuming you only have another thirty years to live, and considering the amount of knowledge I have to impart, we have

man, I can only splutter, "Thirty years? Sir, I don't

We have appropriately calculated in sleeping time. Sixteen-hour days give you a solid

be skewered with a hard stare and a

animal. I'm speaking with my

It's also clear that Vanessa and Marcus don't like him very much. Considering how he speaks to them, when he

voice going feeble under

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