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.

says grimly. "Ava received a phone call earlier. Someone pretending to be

Orion's frown deepens. Suddenly, he bellows,

Tinker appears almost instantly, her mechanical wings whirring

lilac eyes darting

Orion gestures to Marcus. "Explain it, the telephonic connection

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

listens intently, her expression growing more

it sound like when Magister Orion speaks?" Tinker asks, turning to

my head. "No, not at all. When he called, it was robotic and

No one in the Fae Ward uses a normal telephone like you

at her blankly, my exhausted brain struggling to process this new information. "Wait, what? When were you going to

to look sheepish. "I apologize. We assumed you

lean back in my chair, feeling overwhelmed. "Is it possible for them

of. I created the technology,

a cell phone and bring it into the city for

could be a vampire living among

to know who it is, then. It could be

be someone from our pack." Vanessa squeezes my shoulder. "At least

anyone in the world except a

beyond our usual understanding. Florice is murdered, and someone tries to get you away from me and the safety you have here. There's a

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 to jump into action. Vanessa's so tense her fingers dig into my shoulder despite her attempt

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