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240 Ava: Sister Miriam is Angry

Chapter 30Magister Orion doesn't bat an eye when we tell him that we want to get in touch

with Sister Mirlam.

Two hours later, we're back in Sister Miriam's strange mansion, just outside of the Fae Ward.

We all try calling people again, but nothing but voicemails answer us.

Selene rolls against the cool floor, groaning in relief. So much easier to breathe here. Pity. I do like it there.

"Sorry." Watching her writhe around to soothe her itchy skin gives me something to do while we wait for Sister Miriam's arrival.

Layla is back, hunched over a pile of papers she dragged with her, marking through various papers with terrifying efficiency. I'm not even sure if she's reading what's on the pages. Just flip, sign, flip, flip, sign. Every so often she sets one to the side after writing REJECTED in large letters at the top of the

page.

"Their language is fascinating." Vanessa murmurs, also watching the gnome work.

"Language?" Startled, I glance at the healer. "She hasn't said a word."

Our whispers echo through the room. It's impossible for Layla not to hear everything we're saying, yet we continue to whisper.

"Her writing," she corrects me. "Those letters-you called them runes?-are so interesting. She writes them so quickly, but they're so intricate and detailed."

Glancing at the papers again, I squint my eyes.

It takes a while for me to realize that Layla is, in fact, writing in the strange language of theirs, and not in English.

That can't be possible. I'm reading everything she's writing with such case, as though it were already in English. How?

Affinity, Selene explains with a yawn. You've accessed your magic. You've gained an

of the

and an

Precisely.

was here, but he's not, so I shelve them for

rolling around on the floor, suddenly sits up straight, her posture prim and proper. I

quickly as Sister Miriam steps into view. I blink,

Ava Sister Miriam is

wearing a loose shirt and jeans. It's so... normal. So un-Sister Miriam-like that for a moment, I wonder if this is some sort of

she greets us, her tone cool and polite. Her red

and Marcus, whose faces

city

reaction is immediate. Her eyes widen, and she takes an involuntary step forward, so intense that it steals my breath away for a moment as her eyes darken and her usual composure cracks, showing

would you ask such a question?" she demands, her voice sharp with intensity. Then, as if catching herself, she quickly adds, "I've heard nothing about any war,

twitch, and her eyes dart around the room

seen her

She knows something

been strange rogue attacks on my pack, I explain, the words tumbling out in a rush. "And I can't get in touch with anyone. No

been watching our exchange instead of working on her papers. "What's going on?" she demands, her tone sharp and

form quivering. "I

eyes narrow as she studies the gnome. After a few seconds, she must decide that she believes her, because she barks out orders. "Find out what's

snap of Sister Miriam's fingers, Layla vanishes

I blink, startled b

to me, tension radiating from her every movement.

in danger. Why is she so

did you call for me?" she asks, her voice tight. I'm sure there's a

he explains, gesturing to my husky. "But she'd need a way back into the city Sister Miriam's gaze falls on Selene, and I'm shocked by the blatant dislike

ever seen from her. For a long

Sister Miriam

upset, Selene observes, like that isn't obvious. But it isn't at us.

lets out a long sigh. "Fine," she says, the word sounding as if it's been dragged out of her. "I'm willing to travel with the... wolf. It shouldn't take long with both

me everything you know," she demands. "Every detail, no matter how small. For attacks to occur without my knowledge means that someone is tampering in my information

words only cement the foreboding in my heart, but

as she looks at Selene. The change in her demeanor is