Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 396

Chapter 396 Ava: Cell Towers

I don't trust her, Selene says, coming out from me to stare suspiciously at the door Ivy closes behind her.

The walk back feels longer, my boots crunching through snow as my mind churns. Something about Ivy's story nags at me, like a splinter under my skin. It leaves me uneasy and uncomfortable, but I can't pinpoint why.

"Selene, could you ask around about the attack?"

She trots beside me, staring at me with her sharp blue eyes. Why do you want to know about that?

"I can't put my finger on it. It's just strange. Maybe I'm being paranoid." Lord knows I've got serious issues with the woman. Paranoia feels far too natural around her. Of course, she encourages it with her strange behavior and passive-aggressive nature, but… I don't know.

There's something about this. I just know it.

You think she's lying?

"No, no. Not that."

She was too nice?

"No." Frustrated by my own inability to understand what's bothering me, I kick at the snow compacted to the side of the trail. "It's probably nothing. I'm just—"

Her presence felt strange to me, too, Grimoire offers, sounding thoughtful. I paid little attention, but it was strange. I don't know why, either.

Maybe that was it. "Think she was affected by some taint she passed by?"

It could be. We haven't had much experience with the early stages of exposure. We can keep an eye on her.

know if it

time. It can manifest in many different ways, depending

possibly be it. It doesn't seem right, but what else

hop and skip a few steps to regain my

have rogues have attacked our scouts? Her ears prick forward. Twenty? Thirty? And yet we've only

My steps slow.

diligent with her patrols, Grimoire says. The corruption near Wolf's Landing has been contained. The rogues have

venture out further?

symptoms yet? What if

my tension. I wave them back, not wanting to alarm anyone unnecessarily. "Grimoire, is there a

of scanning I do isn't that in depth. I'm not sure if I can search for a specific type of

fishing expedition. The magic spent is far greater, and the control is much tighter, to search for that specific resonance. In order to match it, you would

to spend more

Yes.

* * *

Vester are gone on whatever missions they've been given, but Vanessa's there, her face pinched and

the tail end of

about

face tightens.

"Since when?"

a weight that makes my earlier worries about

her fingers dancing across the screen before holding it out to me. The video quality is crisp, as if there

face fills the screen, her usual professional demeanor cracking around the

legs weaken. The crawl at the bottom of the screen screams "STATE OF EMERGENCY" in bold red letters. The president is dead. Not just dead—assassinated. The words blur together as the anchor continues her

Vice President Matthew Collins has assumed

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