Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 244 Lisa: Seriously, It's Just Weird

LISA

At the mention of Ava's name, my heart clenches. God, I hope she's okay. I haven't seen her since…

I push the memories away, focusing on the present. "What does Ava have to do with this?"

"Everything," he says simply. "Your friend is at the center of events that could reshape our future, Lisa. She needs allies. People she can trust. People like you."

I shake my head, too confused. I'm missing huge chunks of the picture.

"Sorry, I don't understand. What events? What's happening to Ava? Isn't she safe with Lucas?"

The old man sighs, suddenly looking every bit his advanced age. "She is safe enough, I suppose. But the danger is always present, waiting for the right moment to strike. Decades, if not centuries, of planning have come to fruition, and we're only just learning of it. For now, I will have to apologize as we leave you in the dark a little longer. Just know that you're in a safe place."

"So why tell me anything at all?" I demand, my patience wearing thin. "Why not just leave me in the dark?"

"Because I don't need a human gallivanting off to what she thinks is freedom, only to be snatched up once again." He peers over his spectacles. "You thought of escape at least once, didn't you?"

My cheeks heat a little, even as my chin lifts. The stubbornness deep within me is coming back to life, at least a little certain that I'm safe enough to snap back. "Wouldn't you, in my shoes?"

"Indeed." He chuckles, sipping at his tea again, with the elegant air of a gentleman. Someone you'd see on those TV shows about posh royalty in England. "Hopefully I'll have a little more clear information for you soon enough, to prepare you in the times ahead."

I laugh, the sound bitter even to my own ears. "Prepared? For what? More kidnappings? Torture? Sexual assault?

You know, in the human world, I was never kidnapped. And even Ava has never been kidnapped in the human world. But add werewolves to the mix?" I snap my fingers. "Kidnapped. Twice! And don't get me started on the assault rates in werewolves compared to humans.

I thought humans were bad, but between the wolves and vampires…"

The old man's face softens with sympathy. "I am truly sorry for what you've endured, Lisa. No one should have to suffer as you have. But I promise you, what I offer is not more pain. It's a chance to make a difference. To protect your friend and perhaps save many lives."

But something in his tone, in the earnestness of his gaze, gives me pause. Despite my suspicion of this desperate desire to trust him, I consider his

you mean?" I ask

when dealing with wolves and vampires." He

that

it sounds more like

I'm about to gesture at my breast in

happy when he

"Yes. The Mad Prince has an obsession with Fae-blessed humans. It's a unique constitution found in the human world. Do you truly not know anything about it? Have

parents?" Startled, I point at my chest. "You

He nods.

They've never said anything. They're human. Just

Very interesting. Very well, child." The old man leans forward, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that makes

who were given a second chance

"A second

himself for what he's about to say. "They were stillborn babies, Lisa. Infants who never

a punch to the gut. Stillborn? Is he trying to say

of my mother, of the love and warmth I've always felt from her. Had she known? Had she made some

and desperation, make a bargain with a High Fae Priestess. They offer their own souls

a zombie? That doesn't seem right. None of this makes sense. He's fucking with me.

hand, as if to calm me. "I see what you're thinking. The bargain doesn't always result in immediate death. Your mother is

Of course

sacrifice," he explains. "It's more of a... contract. When your mother does eventually pass away, her soul will feed the

mother's soul being consumed by some otherworldly being is horrifying. But then another

my voice barely above a whisper. "If I was stillborn...

much human, Lisa. The Fae magic brought you to life, but it didn't change your fundamental nature.

my head, bringing with it a mix of emotions I can't quite sort out. Fear, confusion, a strange sort of

the Fae do this? What do they get out