Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 439: Ava: Soul Magic

Magister Orion's footsteps echo against the floor of my cabin as he circles me for the tenth time. The sound matches the thrum of anxiety in my chest. Each time he passes behind me, my shoulders tense.

"Please stay still." His deep voice carries notes of concentration.

A warm breeze tickles my scalp as he places his hand near my head again. The sensation reminds me of warm summer days spent out in the sun—pleasant, but unremarkable.

"I apologize, but I must try once more."

My legs itch from standing so still. "Take your time."

His frown deepens with each pass. The wrinkles around his eyes become more pronounced as he squints, as if trying to see through fog.

"I cannot detect what you're describing." He lowers his hand. "The ability to inspect a soul is not a magic we use among the Fae. I sense nothing unusual about you." He then adds hastily, "I'm not doubting your word. Whatever this magic is, it's beyond my understanding. Beyond my sight."

Damn it. With Magister's obsession over reading all things magic-oriented, I'd hoped… "I see. Thank you."

Magister Orion's expression softens. "This simply means we need a different approach. Sister Miriam might have better answers for you."

My shoulders slump at the mention of her name. "I haven't heard from her in months. I don't even know if she's okay."

"Ah." He strokes his chin, his swirling, blue-black eyes distant. "It's likely dangerous for her to attempt contact outside the New Order at present."

She's alive. My heart thumps; while she isn't on my mind daily, I've been worried about her for quite some time. "Why?"

slides away as he walks toward the couch to take a seat. "Sister Miriam has worked her way into the

body language to be so evasive. The corners of my lips tug down before I can

allies. It is understandable she wouldn't risk

jolt in my head.

but Selene has no such qualms. A dhampir is not like us, Ava. Their favor is

be cryptic and strange, but she doesn't seem the type to sacrifice others. She's helped us so many times, demanding little to nothing

creaking under his weight. A weary hand waves

"But—"

cuts off my protest to change the subject. "Though none I'd trust with your secrets. For now, we must wait

The sound reminds me of thunder rolling across

out and speak with him directly? I ask Grimoire. Between the two of you, maybe you can figure something out. They're both masters of

disdain. Have you seen how his eyes light up at the mere mention of new magical knowledge? I've seen him in your memories. No,

form, scribbling notes with fevered excitement, is enough to understand where

pet her head and

fingers trace the outline of Selene's ears; she's long been a source of fascination for him. "Still so fascinating. A wolf spirit residing

shoulders lift in a half-hearted shrug. "We stopped trying to figure it out months ago." A pang of guilt stabs through my chest

twitch at the contact, content to bask in his attention. "Disappeared, you say? I wonder." His massive form leans

his presence burns like a banked

bond lies with you, not her. I cannot access Selene's soul any more than I can access

acid in his tone makes me wince. He'd talked about getting to the bottom of her missing memories, so

her soul. Linked, but not the same. A soul comes with its own

no idea," I tell