Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 222

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?"

Randall, currently in the Third Ward," Tinker reports immediately. "There's an

can

desperately avoiding thinking of her with too much frequency, worried that we're already too late. It's

says cheerfully. "Because she has been compromised, Ms. Randall has been denied

"Then—"

still upbeat and charging over my words with her giant, glittering

jaw sets. "I want

apologies, but that would be

clears his throat. "We have pulled in quite a few favors in order to interfere in the Mad Prince's business for you, Ava Grey. We have reached the limit in many ways. However, we will do what

phonetics," Tinker corrects

into the conversation again from behind

phone," Vanessa says

phone?" All three of them turn to look at Vanessa, who

can just say

Tinker muses. "What

phone?" I interject, foreseeing a deep dive into worldly and cultural differences that will sidetrack us

span is much shorter than ours. Assuming you only have another thirty years to live, and considering the amount of knowledge I have to

at the giant bear of a man, I can only splutter, "Thirty years? Sir, I

days give you a

be skewered with

I'm speaking with my favorite

and Marcus don't like him very much. Considering how

voice going feeble under his delighted stare,

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