Chapter 423: Ava: New Order

These two know each other?

"Indeed it has, Orion." The Grand Sage is dwarfed next to the Magister. He speaks with warmth, though. "Though I wish our reunion came under better circumstances. This isn't the first time I've caught you breaking into one of my ships, is it?"

"Ah. It was yours, then. We were concerned… Well, never mind that." The giant man looks sheepish as he ducks his head. "My apologies, Grand Sage. Though now that I am seeing you both, I must ask—is your friend safe now? The human girl?"

"Lisa?" My heart swells at his concern. Even after all this time, he remembers. "Yes, she's safe."

The Grand Sage nods in confirmation. "We've kept her well protected since her return."

"Good, good." Magister Orion's shoulders relax slightly. "We have feared the worst in these past months. Establishing contact with friends has become impossible with the New Order in place."

"The New Order?" My throat tightens as memories of the press conference flash through my mind. The President's vacant stare. His monotone voice. The way everything felt wrong.

That must be it.

Of course they have some terrible name like the New Order.

"Ah." Magister Orion's face darkens. "You've seen them, then?"

"The President's speech, right?" I shift my weight, and the sole of my boots squeak over packed snow. "It was strange. All the supernaturals there."

New Order

the clear harmony between us. He looks at Magister Orion's party, inspecting them all one by one, even as he speaks. "What do you

Gone. The vampire courts? Destroyed. The registered communities live under martial law. Even the unregistered territories have fallen." He spreads his massive hands. "They've taken everything, little witch. Pack lands. Vampire havens. Fae

no one

as he shakes. His words, tight and hard, are also hoarse. "The New Order was thorough.

we suspected,

We've put much of it together over time, though we still don't understand

Magister Orion continues. "They've placed their people in every major pack. Every vampire coven. They monitor everything. They're determined to maintain their power. Any

legs feeling a little like jelly. Greg reaches out in

trembling. Not the kind of happy vibration it was doing earlier, but a morose kind of rocking and rolling with

Order's reach seems endless, and my mind refuses to process the implications. It has so many other

My voice cracks. The memory of that night still haunts me: Magister Orion telling us to escape. The door exploding. Guards invading, yelling for his arrest. "They said you murdered Florice. How did

up rather quickly. It was little more than a ruse to begin with. It was you

That was way too much for something as simple as a misunderstanding. They sent in

like overkill to pretend he murdered someone

first time.

of

never got me

of the faces here with the Magister are unfamiliar, or only vaguely familiar.

smiles. "Layla's running a resistance cell in

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