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."

quirk into a small smile. "If wishes were

despite the gravity of our situation, a laugh bubbles up from my chest. "I haven't heard that phrase since I

that's been coiling tighter and tighter inside me. 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 own magical abilities,

says, her eyes softening with the memory.

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

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

so much," Vanessa chimes in with

"He did mention something about intent being crucial in magic. He must think I'm capable of doing this, so I just

There are no seatbelts. Well, there were once upon a

makes sense. Magic seems

latching onto the idea. "If I lose concentration,

Marcus' head can't hide his skepticism. Probably because it leaks out in his

bit foolish. "Maybe?

the seat to whisper, "He just doesn't

hear you,

"Don't make her feel

back the rest of

my

rattles and shakes, every bump in the road threatening to jostle me out of my concentration. A stale, acrid smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, tickling my nose and tempting me to sneeze. I push it all away,

in my mind, with the silky feel its leather cover and the ornate silver clasps, tarnished by age. The way the pages felt beneath my fingertips.

what I need

to center myself. The truck hits another pothole, and I grit

Focus, Ava. Focus.

memory, swirling and shifting. I try to grasp them, to hold onto their meaning, but they slip away like smoke. Frustration bubbles up inside me, and

I need to

concentration. "Are you okay? You

not opening my eyes.

she says softly. "We'll be

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

whenever I open my eyes—nothing

in my

of us, this ancient rust bucket

Magister Orion said to call it to me,

massive undertaking for

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