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."

small smile. "If wishes

our situation, a laugh bubbles up from my chest. "I

It's strange how such a small thing can bring back memories of a simpler time, before I

the time," Vanessa says, her eyes softening with the memory.

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

road as if it's full of potholes, making it even harder to concentrate. "We spent most of our time on basic control exercises." Also known as the thing that would keep me

Vanessa chimes in with

my eyes, trying to recall anything that might be useful. "He did mention something about intent being crucial in magic. He must think I'm capable of doing this,

no seatbelts. Well, there were once upon a time—they were all cut

makes sense. Magic seems

lose concentration, I lose control. So it's the bedrock of my

Probably because it leaks out in his voice. "So what, you

foolish. "Maybe? It's worth a

"He just doesn't

hear you,

chides. "Don't make her feel bad when she's trying to figure things

the rest of his words.

deep breath, I close my eyes and try to empty my

the road threatening to jostle me out of my concentration. A stale, acrid smell of cigarette smoke

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

That's what I need

myself. The truck hits another pothole, and I grit

Focus, Ava. Focus.

onto their meaning, but they slip away

need to be

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

nod, not opening my eyes. "I'm trying

she says softly. "We'll be

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

open

book in

ancient rust bucket on wheels, and the deserted rural road we're

it to me, so it must be possible;

massive undertaking for a new

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