Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 233

Chapter 233 Ava: Graceless Florice

"Hogwash!"

Magister Orion's roar rushes through the space with such force and volume that my foot slips off a stair coming down. Only Vanessa's quick reflexes in grabbing my arm and hauling me backward saves me from an undignified tumble down the stairs and whatever injuries that might have brought my way.

Marcus squeezes by me on the stairs, motioning for me to stay back as we strain our ears to listen in.

There's someone else talking, a female voice that's unrecognizable to any of us, judging by the looks on everyone's faces.

"Balderdash. This is nothing more than an attempt to curb my authority—"

The voice cuts Magister Orion off again, but I can't hear what she's saying.

Marcus' brows lower into a fierce look that sends shivers down my back, and Vanessa's jaw is tight enough to crack her teeth. Whatever they're hearing, it isn't good.

Magister Orion's voice continues to climb the decibel ladder.

"I refuse to be constrained by arbitrary regulations, Florice. Should you wish to summon me, do so with the proper backing. Your misuse of authority holds no sway here. This is a battle you cannot hope to win."

The argument between Magister Orion and Florice continues to echo through the stairwell, their voices a stark contrast. Florice's tone remains cool and low enough to keep her words muddled to my ears, while Magister Orion's fury builds with each exchange. Despite his growing anger, I can't help but admire how he maintains his professionalism.

Marcus motions that it's safe to descend, and we do so slowly, our ears trained on the room beyond the foyer.

"This discussion is over, Florice," Magister Orion's voice booms, finality in every syllable. "I suggest you take your leave."

heart races as we hear footsteps approaching. Marcus tenses, and

stern-looking Fae woman emerges from the room. Her platinum blonde hair is cut into a sleek bob, and her bright blue eyes

second, I can't breathe; at first

over these past four months. As much as I'd love to say I'm over my parents

the pain ever

wounds ever

I hope they do.

little on my feet at the woman before me, until my eyes

too long and

is round, with plump cheeks and narrow lips. She's not even conventionally pretty, with a pinched look to her face that seems permanent, as though everyone around her

looked elegant.

the lack of wrinkles in her skin,

at all, except in her

despite being cold and level. It stings my ears to listen

disdain as she maintains eye contact with me, "housing diseased animals will only work

and into my head with a rush of heat. The way she looks at us,

I saw her as my mother, even just for a

a burst of orange energy surges towards Florice, shoving

unacceptable!" she protests, her composure finally cracking.

the

now for relief, but there's a sick feeling of satisfaction as

his face a mix of frustration and regret. "I apologize for allowing you to witness

noise in my head,

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