Chapter 251 Ava: Florice's Fate

My legs tremble as Marcus guides me down the stairs. Each step feels like a monumental effort, and I'm acutely aware of the sweat beading on my upper lip and hairline. The living room comes into view, and I'm taken aback by the sight of Magister Orion pacing in silence, his usual booming presence subdued.

Vanessa's concerned gaze meets mine as we enter and she comes over to help Marcus lead me into a nearby chair.

I sink into it gratefully, my body feeling like it's made of lead.

"Thanks," I manage, offering Vanessa a weak smile. The room seems to spin slightly, and I have to focus to keep my vision steady. "What's going on?"

Magister Orion halts his pacing, his eyes locking onto mine. The gravity in his expression sends a chill down my spine before he even speaks.

"Florice has been murdered."

The words hang in the air, and for a moment, I can't process them. Then reality crashes in, and I feel the blood drain from my face.

"What?" I exclaim, my voice cracking. "How? When?"

More suspicious timing. More odd events. And we're still in the dark, with no idea who is behind any of this.

It's not a coincidence.

Florice was coming to us with information; whatever she found meant something. But the knowledge is now lost to us.

Magister Orion's complexion is ashen, worry etched into every line of his face. He opens his mouth to respond, but Vanessa cuts in.

need to consider our options. Whoever didn't want Florice spilling their secrets might know she was

phone call earlier. Someone pretending to be from Westwood,

Orion's frown deepens.

To my surprise, Tinker appears almost instantly, her mechanical wings whirring softly. I realize I haven't

Tinker asks, her lilac eyes

to Marcus. "Explain it, the

time, I might have found amusement in Magister Orion's formal way of describing a phone call.

listens intently, her expression growing more

Orion speaks?" Tinker asks, turning to

shake my head. "No, not at all. When he called, it was robotic and ominous. This person was a woman, whispering. It sounded

like you do. The magical wards interfere with

my exhausted brain struggling to process this new information. "Wait, what? When were you going to mention that could

the grace to look sheepish. "I apologize. We assumed you knew. It's common

lean back in my chair, feeling overwhelmed. "Is it possible for them to call us without sounding like

aware of. I created the technology, but it

to get a cell phone and bring it into the city

be a vampire living

all thinking. "There's no way to know

pack." Vanessa squeezes

anyone in the

someone tries to get you away from me

ask what we do next, but a glance at Marcus and Vanessa tell me how stressed they are. They're on edge, Marcus standing on the balls of his feet as though ready

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