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147 Ava: A Vampire’s Goodwill (1)

147 Ava: A Vampire’s Goodwill (1)

The familiar voice comes from behind us. Spinning around, I find Sister Miriam standing in the doorway, exactly as I remember her. Pale skin. Dark hair that seems to swallow light instead of reflecting it. Eerie red eyes that seem to glow in the soft light of the

room.

It occurs to me that the curtains are all wide open, letting natural light into this space. And she visited during the day when we first met.

I really need to learn more about vampires. My lack of knowledge might get me killed.

“How did we get here?” I ask, hating the slight tremor in my words.

It isn’t every day that you open your eyes and realize you’ve been magicked to another place.

Sister Miriam smiles, but there’s something unsettling about the expression. It doesn’t quite reach her eyes. I remember, now, how her face doesn’t really move with her smiles. “You called for me, did you not?”

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Each graceful step brings her closer, and I step back, bumping against the warmth of Selene’s body. At least I’m not alone.

It’s almost as if she’s gliding rather than walking.

“I must say, I’m impressed. Not many have the ability to reach me in such a way.”

My brows come together in confusion. “I don’t understand. I just lit the candle and thought of you, like you said.”

“It takes more than just a candle and a thought, child. There must be power behind it. Power that you clearly possess.”

She moves closer to me, and I fight the urge to take another step back. There’s something about her presence that both terrifies and intrigues me. “What do you want from me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sister Miriam tilts her head to the side, studying me with those unnerving eyes. “The question is, what do you want from me? You called for me, after all. There must be a reason.”

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sent a letter to the Westwood pack, warning me about danger.”

“That danger is now passed.” She looks me over, the gesture more dismissive than anything else. “You seem to have made it out in one piece. There’s no need to

call me.”

you try to save

she has an inhuman grace. At other times, it’s like she’s a robot with bad programming, moving in ways

look unnatural.

to do

how to respond. Of course there doesn’t need to

going to be upset, Selene observes, way too calm for our current situation. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

Shit.

Yeah, he is.

the candle still

a fire hazard.

A Vampire’s

general direction. “Come. It is time

room, all showing different times.

Nope.

No phone.

be way too convenient to call someone and let Lucas know I’m safe and alive if I had kept my phone on me like a normal

to microchip you

Sister Miriam to dinner, even if it should only be lunch time.

I was

unusual ability

us into a

long oak table and chairs.

filled only

chairs along the sides

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the table.

hard. Old blood, she murmurs. It always smells terrible

my spine, and Sister Miriam pulls a chair out

seems rude. Even so,

didn’t come

with a faint smile. “Don’t worry. No one will harm you while you

hops into the chair beside it, looking incongruous as a dog at

doesn’t even blink,

for me to park my

selected.

requested, tracking the strange woman as she crosses to the other side of the long table.

her seat, the double doors at the far end of the room swing open, revealing three men. Their skin has an

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something otherworldly. Each carries a covered platter, the

air.

We were woefully unprepared for such esteemed guests,” Sister Miriam announces,

dish before me.

the doors, leaving me staring at an