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."

"If wishes were fishes,

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

memories of a simpler time, before I knew about the complexities of pack politics, before I discovered my own magical abilities, before the

her eyes softening with the memory. "She had a saying

the present as his eyes remain glued to the road ahead. "As much as I appreciate the trip down memory lane, we should focus. It must be important, for him to warn her in that

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

chimes in

mention something about intent being crucial

side of the bench to face me. There are no seatbelts. Well, there were once upon a time—they were all cut out at some point

huh? That makes sense. Magic seems to

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

can't hide his skepticism. Probably because it leaks out in his voice. "So what, you just think really hard about the book

bit foolish. "Maybe? It's worth a try,

to whisper, "He just doesn't have the

can hear you,

make her feel bad when she's trying

trying to—" he bites back the rest of his words. "Never mind. I'll

a deep breath, I close my

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

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

That's what

myself. The truck hits

Focus, Ava. Focus.

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 push

need

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

my eyes. "I'm

she says softly. "We'll be

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

open my

in my

the three of us, this ancient rust bucket on wheels, and the deserted rural road we're

me, so it

undertaking for

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