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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

head tilts slowly to the other side. Sometimes, she has an inhuman grace. At other times, it’s like she’s a

look unnatural.

there be a reason to do a good

Of course there doesn’t need to be a

situation. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

Shit.

Yeah, he is.

still burning at the apartment?

a fire

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Miriam turns suddenly, waving us in her general direction. “Come. It is time

in the room, all showing different times. I reach into my

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

to microchip

dinner, even if it should only be lunch time. You watch too much TV,

you know I was coming

the unusual ability to prophesize the

us into a

oak

filled only

count shows twenty chairs

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the table.

hard. Old blood, she murmurs. It always smells terrible in a feeding den.

shudder makes its way down my spine, and Sister Miriam pulls a chair out at the fair

Even so, sitting just

Miriam, I didn’t come

a faint smile. “Don’t worry. No one

it, looking incongruous as a dog at a fancy table.

Miriam doesn’t even blink, only motions

my

selected.

as she crosses to the other

settles into 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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Each carries a covered platter, the scent of food wafting through

air.

guests,” Sister Miriam announces, her voice echoing in the

setting an ornate dish before me. “Bon appétit,” they murmur, their voices soft

back through the doors, leaving me staring at