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."

words, to dismiss them as an old man's delusions. But something in his tone, in the earnestness of his gaze, gives me pause. Despite my

do you mean?" I ask

wolves and vampires." He points a finger in my direction. "Not as much as being Fae, of

with that phrase.

now, it sounds more like

it. My captor. She even showed me…" My words stop abruptly when I realize I'm about to gesture at my breast in front of this man. "Um, a mark on my body. The vampire looked for it,

was happy when he saw

unique constitution found in the human world. Do you truly not know anything about it?

point at my

He nods.

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

Very well, child." The old man leans forward, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that makes me want to shrink back. But I hold my ground,

he begins, his voice low and measured, "are those who were given a second chance at

brow furrows. "A second chance? What do

takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he's about to

hit me like a punch to the gut. Stillborn? Is he trying to say that

the love and warmth I've always felt from her. Had she known? Had she

"in their grief and desperation, make a bargain with a High Fae Priestess. They offer their

mother's what, a zombie? That doesn't seem right. None of this makes sense. He's fucking

me. "I see what you're thinking. The bargain doesn't always result in

Of

isn't about immediate sacrifice," he explains. "It's more of a... contract. When your mother does eventually pass away, her soul will feed

stomach churns at the thought. The idea of my mother's soul being consumed by

a whisper. "If I was stillborn... does that mean I'm not really...

change your fundamental nature. You're simply enhanced. For every child brought back to life, a tiny piece of a High Fae Priestess' soul lies within

a mix of emotions I can't quite sort out. Fear, confusion, a strange sort of wonder, and

I demand, my voice stronger now. "Why would the Fae do this? What do