Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 260

Chapter 260 Ava: Call It

"I know." Nibbling the side of my finger, my brows pull together. Why would he tell me to keep it safe, knowing it might be too dangerous?

What were the words he used again? They seemed significant.

"Ava, I need you to tell me you're not going to the Blackwood territory."

Jerking my head up, I blink at Vanessa's worried stare. "I'm not going. I'm just trying to think."

My brain's dead set on remembering what Magister Orion said.

What was it?

Call my book?

Yeah, that's it.

"The book is useless to anyone even if they find it," Marcus says, his words soft. Is he trying to comfort me? "Don't worry, Ava. It'll be a paperweight. Or, if we're lucky, they'll be allergic. Like Selene."

He is trying to comfort me.

How sweet.

"That's if we assume they don't know how to open it. The knowledge has been lost to us, but there are Fae involved now, remember?"

Marcus sighs. "Life was easier without this magic shit," he mutters, almost too soft for me to hear.

But I do.

My lips quirk. I agree with him wholeheartedly.

"Magister Orion said to call the book to me," I say, looking to Vanessa instead. Sometimes it helps to talk out my thought process. "He wouldn't have said it like that if I were to go pick it up, right?"

Her eyes squint as she thinks it through. "That sounds right. But what does it mean? Can you move it from place to place with your magic?"

My nose itches, and I rub at it in frustration. "I think that's exactly what he means, but I have no idea how to implement it." A long sigh, filled with regrets and lack of time. Time is always in short supply. "I wish Magister Orion had taught me something like that before everything happened."

a small smile. "If wishes were fishes,

at her for a moment, the unexpected phrase catching me off guard. Then, despite the gravity of our situation, a laugh bubbles up from

It's strange how such a small thing can bring back memories of a simpler time, before I knew about the complexities of pack politics, before I discovered my

to say that all the time," Vanessa says, her eyes softening with

to the road ahead. "As much as I appreciate the trip down memory lane, we

on basic control exercises." Also known as the thing that would keep me from kabooming everyone within radius if I didn't get training. "I can light a candlestick if you need me too. Blackouts? I'm

much," Vanessa chimes in

to recall anything that might be useful. "He did mention something about intent being crucial in magic. He

Well, there were once upon a time—they

sense. Magic seems to be

latching onto the idea. "If I lose concentration, I lose control. So it's the bedrock of my

skepticism. Probably because it leaks out in his voice. "So what, you just think really hard about

bit foolish. "Maybe? It's worth a

the seat to whisper, "He just doesn't have the

hear you,

her feel bad when she's

wasn't trying to—" he bites back the rest of

breath, I close my eyes and try to empty

of my concentration. A stale, acrid smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, tickling my nose and tempting me to sneeze. I

feel its leather cover and the ornate silver clasps, tarnished by age.

That's what I need

deep breath, trying to center myself. The truck hits another pothole, and

Focus, Ava. Focus.

them, to hold onto their meaning, but they slip away like smoke. Frustration bubbles up inside me, and

need

Vanessa's voice breaks through my concentration. "Are you okay?

not opening my eyes.

softly. "We'll be

into my thoughts. I picture the book again, trying to will it into existence. Come on,

I open

in

ancient rust bucket on wheels, and

harder. Magister Orion said to call it to me,

undertaking for

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