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 their secrets

a phone call earlier. Someone pretending to be from Westwood, begging her to come back before

deepens.

appears almost instantly, her mechanical

her lilac eyes darting between all

Marcus. "Explain it, the telephonic

have found amusement in Magister Orion's formal way of describing a phone call. But right now I can barely focus

the call, and Tinker listens intently, her expression growing

Magister Orion speaks?" Tinker

not at all. When he called, it was robotic and ominous. This person was a woman, whispering. It sounded like she

in the 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. "Wait, what? When were you going to

apologize. We assumed

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

I created the technology, but

cell phone and bring it into the city for this

viable scenarios. "It could be a vampire living among humans," Marcus points

way to know who it is,

Vanessa squeezes my shoulder. "At least we've

anyone in the world except a

"We're dealing with forces 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 clear

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.

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