Chapter 261 Ava: Yanking At Her

It's almost like a presence saying hello.

Thinking of that little string, I tug back. Twice.

An answering jerk. One. Two. Three

The words I just spoke drift into my head: It's like the book is alive.

Is it crazy to talk into this void in my head, in the general direction I hope the book is in?

Sure. But at least no one can see or hear me doing it.

Hello? I call out, trying to use the same mental channel I use to speak with Selene. Are you there?

Another tug on that string.

I really, really need you to come to where I am. It's safer here. Or something. How do you explain to a book that the world has gone to shit and you want to keep it from being used to create further catastrophe?

Please.

Being polite never hurts.

This time, that string-y feeling yanks, and it feels like my heart is constricted, interfering in its ability to beat.

I can't breathe. Pain explodes in my chest, radiating outward like a supernova. My lungs burn, desperate for air that won't come. The world around me blurs, sounds fading into a high-pitched buzz that fills my ears.

One second passes. An eternity compressed into a heartbeat.

Two seconds. The edges of my vision darken, reality slipping away like sand through an hourglass.

back into focus, colors sharpening and sounds returning. I gasp, drawing in a ragged breath

Ava! Are

me gently but insistently. I blink, trying to orient myself. We're still in the truck. Marcus is at the wheel, his knuckles white as he grips it

croak. Swallowing hard, I

felt like my heart was being squeezed in a vise, like something was trying to pull it right out of my chest. And that string, that connection to the

a thrumming in

over with a frown. "Your face went white as

had, hadn't I? The memory of those endless seconds without air sends a shiver down

in the mirror. "What

me like Magister Orion said. And

normal?" Vanessa asks, before shaking her head. "Stupid question. How

many questions, and

jaw clenches. "We need to be careful with this. Magic books that try to yank

"No, it wasn't malicious. Just desperate." I pause, surprised by my own certainty. How can I be so sure about the intentions of an inanimate object?

again,

getting hurt. Maybe we should wait until we reach Lucas before

soothe the strange thrumming in my veins. It's like my body is vibrating from the inside out, a constant reminder

contacting the book again. Too many weird things keep happening

a sense of self-preservation

if I desperately want

sends a pang through my

you made contact yet?" I ask, looking between Vanessa and Marcus. Hope flutters

brow. "No, nothing yet. Vester should be able to reach

been since you could sense him?" Surprised, I peer out the window, but

"Well, you've been 'focusing' in

passed. The realization is chilling. How much time am I losing, slipping away into

to the road. "I felt a pack presence once," he admits.

getting closer," Vanessa says, her tone reassuring. But I can hear the undercurrent of worry beneath her words. "We'll make contact soon. I'm sure

churns in my gut.

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