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.

"We need to consider our options. Whoever didn't

received a phone call earlier. Someone pretending to be from Westwood,

Orion's frown deepens. Suddenly, he bellows,

my surprise, Tinker appears almost instantly, her mechanical wings whirring softly. I realize I haven't seen her since we first arrived, and her presence is

lilac eyes darting between all

Orion gestures to Marcus. "Explain it, the telephonic

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

and Tinker listens intently, her expression growing

like when Magister Orion speaks?" Tinker

it was robotic and ominous. This person was a woman, whispering. It sounded

telephone like you do. The magical wards

new information. "Wait,

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

chair, feeling overwhelmed. "Is it possible for them to call us

aware of. I created the technology, but

someone to get a cell phone and bring it into the city

"It could be a vampire

thinking. "There's no way to

unlikely to be someone from our pack." Vanessa squeezes my shoulder. "At least we've ruled that

anyone in the world except a Westwood

his beard, his eyes distant. "We're dealing with forces beyond our usual understanding. Florice is murdered, and someone tries to get you away from

but a glance at Marcus and Vanessa tell me how stressed they are. They're on edge, Marcus standing on the balls

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