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219 Ava: The Fae Ward (1)

"I don't have ADHD, Selene."

"Don't you?" Vanessa looks surprised.

"Do I?" My surprise mirrors hers.

*I assumed you... Well, I'm not a doctor, only a pack healer, so I could be wrong."

"ADHD or not, we're taking too long. Let's go, children. Ava, finish your conversation or talk while you walk, please."

Sister Miriam's stern housemistress voice has us all straightening up and following, as I mutter into the phone, "We're all safe, and have a few things to tell you later when we get settled."

Kellan sighs. "Make sure you call, Ava. And call Lucas too. You know he's going to be worried. I've already updated him through text. Since he hasn't blown my phone up or ripped my head off from afar, I can only assume he's busy with the Council."

"Got it. I will."

Hanging up, I see Vanessa sliding her own phone into her pocket, flashing an amused smile in my direction. "Had to text Vester and warn him."

"Doesn't he know you're doing this?"

"Of course, but he worries."

As we walk, Vanessa quickens her pace to catch up with Sister Miriam. "What did you mean earlier, before we went through the portal? About that vampire in Blackwood territory never existing?"

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Sister Miriam pauses, turning to face us with an enigmatic smile. "Ah, yes. Marjory, was it? The one who died screaming during your interrogation"

My best guess is that she's talking about my neighbor, Margot Mitchell. The idea that she's dead sits heavy on my mind; I'm not sure how to feel about it.

you even know about it?" Marcus

"That vampire was not real, she continues, her voice low and serious. "He

to sow fear and chaos within

little faster to reach her side.

dear, is a question with a complicated answer. One that

time."

you won't

you, wolf. No

find myself drawn to the eclectic mix of artifacts on display. A gleaming sword catches my eye, its blade etched with intricate runes that seem to shimmer in

notes, following my gaze. "That sword once belonged to a great warrior, a man who

worlds

out, my fingertips hovering just above the cool

I have a knack for acquiring rare

chasm of experience and knowledge that separates Sister Miriam from the rest of us. I can't even begin to imagine the things she's

this is just the beginning, Sister Miriam says, as if reading my thoughts. "There is so much more

main foyer,

resemblance to the thralls who served me during my previous visit to Sister Miriam's home. However, it's the third individual who captures my attention-an incredibly short woman, standing no taller than a five or six-year-old child. Despite her youthful stature, her face reveals the maturity of

medical knowledge kicking into gear as she attempts to rationalize the woman's unique proportions. "Not warfism," she whispers, her brow furrowed

Ava: The

some

in question speaks in exasperation. "Haven't you ever seen a

childlike stature.

cheeks flush with embarrassment, and she

for her rudeness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I've never even

the woman's

I've never encountered a

seen Vanessa

her arms over her chest. "Well, now you have. And I'd

twitching as she takes in her scent. The gnome woman recoils, her face scrunching up in displeasure. "Back up," she demands, her voice sharp and authoritative. Selene, startled by the gnome's reaction, takes a few steps back, her ears flattening against her head.

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Ava The

her

her throat, drawing our attention back to her. "Layla, this is who we've been waiting for Ava

Blackwood Pack."

my mouth to protest, but close

nose scrunches in disgust. "Renard's