Tangled

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Unshift 249

249 Ava: Unrest

Magister Orion's booming voice wakes me from the unsettling dream, though it's too much work to open my eyes. I'm exhausted. My body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. My ears tune in before I'm fully awake.

*-in an uproar. Every portal is guarded, and the death tolls keep rising. The militia's working on the riots, but they might not be enough. It makes no sense at all. There's no rhyme or reason to

1. it.

"How safe are we here?"

"It's impossible to tell. The High Fae have already taken one family into custody for insurrection, but it's possible there are more. It's as though everyone's lost their minds."

That doesn't sound good.

My eyes snap open and I struggle to sit up, pleasantly surprised my body's aches are gone, even if I still feel heavy.

"What's going on?"

Magister Orion's face swims into view, his contorted features smoothing over. The sight jolts me fully awake, my heart rate picking up.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice gruff.

I wave off his concern. My health isn't as important as this conversation. "I'm fine. What's going

on?"

Magister Orion exchanges a loaded glance with Vanessa. My stomach tightens.

H

"The city is in an uproar, Magister Orion says, his words heavy. "In the First, Second, and Third Wards, there are riots and uprisings. There's no rhyme or reason. Vampire against vampire, Fac against Fae; it's unclear who is ally or foe."

The timing is suspect. We can't contact anyone outside this place, and now there's civil unrest?

My mind reels, leaving me dizzy. "Does this happen often?"

"No, never." He clicks his tongue, running a hand over his face in frustration. "There have always been struggles of power, but they never involve the city. Assassinations, maybe. Financial destruction. Things of that nature. Too many powerful families have allied to keep peace in this sanctuary; no one can stand up to their combined power."

"Until now," Marcus says, surprising me. I didn't realize he was here.

"Until now," Magister Orion echoes with a sigh. "Too many people are missing. The body count keeps rising"

are all these powerful families, then? Vanessa asks. "Why aren't they keeping

spreads his hands.

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or any other shifters in the city, including the rogues who have lived here for years.

I murmur, wondering how all this ties into our inability

no way

What aren't we seeing?

head spinning one way, then the other. It feels

woken

times will the rug get pulled out from under me? "Someone is coming

woman who resembled my mother. Her cold demeanor is hard to forget. "Doesn't she

sticks to protocols, Magister Orion says, a hint of grudging respect in his tone. "But she's also a wealth of information. She goes through almost every document a Fae

piques. "What information might she have

situation. That alone is cause for concern. Florice never involves herself in politics.

"Florice may dislike me because I refuse to play by the

she trusts you because you don't have a stake in

aligned myself with any faction. My only interest is

can we be sure she's not using that neutrality against you? Against

the territory; he's here to keep me safe, not fight someone else's

Orion's lips quirk into a wry smile. "Florice is many things, but not duplicitous. She's rigid, inflexible, and often infuriating, but she's also honest to a fault. If she's coming to me, it's because she believes

someone like Florice to seek help

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mean I'm healed; I fall asleep not

again, still groggy. Vanessa's gone, and only

the suppressant's working. That's

"You feeling okay?"

voice warms my

think." I feel like I'm lying in a puddle of my own sweat, but my mind has regained some

Magister Orion downstairs, waiting on Florice," Marcus says,

brain takes a while to start up, slowly tugging at my memories. "Oh. Florice. Wait, how long have I

"Three hours."

That's it?

my face, he says,

my muddled head, I'm wide

into a seated position, I twist my hair off the back of my neck. The room air is cool against the sweat gathered at my nape. "I think my fever's broken."

of bacon, but I'll settle for

for Florice."

off the edge of the bed, I

holding onto my arm as I try