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.

our options. Whoever didn't want Florice spilling

drawing everyone's attention. "There's more," he says grimly. "Ava received a phone call earlier. Someone pretending to be from Westwood, begging

Orion's frown deepens. Suddenly, he bellows,

already frayed. To 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 oddly

Magister?" Tinker asks, her lilac eyes darting

Orion gestures to Marcus. "Explain

Magister Orion's formal way of describing a phone call. But right now I can barely

listens intently, her

Magister Orion speaks?" Tinker asks, turning

called, it was robotic and ominous. This person

Fae Ward uses a normal telephone like you do. The magical wards interfere with the signals, causing them to

brain struggling to process this new information.

grace to look sheepish. "I apologize. We assumed you

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

that I'm aware of. I created the technology,

someone to get a cell phone and bring it into

scenarios. "It could be a vampire living among

way to know who it is, then.

pack." Vanessa squeezes my shoulder. "At least

anyone in the world except

Florice is murdered, and someone tries to

Marcus and Vanessa tell me how stressed they are. They're on edge, Marcus standing on the balls of his feet as though ready to jump into action. Vanessa's so tense

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