Tangled

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Unshift 254

254 Ava: In the Attic

Just as I'm about to suggest we try something else-anything else, like banging until we find at hidden door-movement catches my eye. A shimmer ripples across the far wall, like heat waves rising from sun- baked asphalt. It swirls and coalesces, taking on the familiar appearance of the portals we used to travel to Dakota Sanctuary,

Relief floods through me, tempered by caution.

Magister Orion asked for a portal, but his directions were vague. There's a hell of a lot of world out there.

Marcus steps forward, his jaw set with determination. "I'll go first," he says, his tone brooking no argument. Before I can protest, he's through the portal, vanishing in a blink.

Vanessa and I exchange a quick glance, an entire conversation passing between us in that split second. Together, we step into the swirling vortex.

The world twists and blurs around us, and for a heart-stopping moment, I feel like I'm falling through an endless void. Then, abruptly, solid ground materializes beneath my feet. I stumble forward, colliding with warm bodies in the darkness.

"Oof!" Vanessa grunts as we all tangle together, a mess of limbs in a space that feels far too

small.

"Sorry," I mutter, trying to extricate myself without elbowing anyone in the face. "Where are we?"

A rustling sound, then a click. Soft light floods the space.

Marcus stands a few feet away, his hand on a dangling pull cord attached to a bare bulb.

attic

the rafters.

devices. tick softly, their gears exposed like mechanical organs. Crystals of various sizes and colors catch

corners, no dust coats the surfaces. It's

breathes, her eyes

potential, tingling against my skin. My newly awakened magical senses hum, picking up on some sort of energy

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moment. "But I wouldn't touch anything if I were you. No telling what some of these things

my fingers itch to explore. We might not know where we are, but I can tell

reach out and grasp them. I clench my

to contact Lucas and the others. They need to know what's happening. Sister Miriam

Orion how to use that damn communication orb, but

investigate the area. We need to make sure it's

doesn't mean it is,

words, a faint sound reaches their ears. I don't hear anything,

hear it

go dark.

below us. My breath catches in my throat

We're not alone.

against my ribs as Marcus and Vanessa move in tandem, shoving me behind them. Their bodies form a living shield, and I

my lips together, fighting the urge to protest. Now isn't the time for heroics or misplaced pride. I force myself to

stretches, broken only by our shallow breathing. Sweat beads on my forehead, trickling down my temple. The air feels thick, oppressive. Every creak of the floorboards beneath us sends a jolt through

can feel the tension radiating from Marcus and Vanessa. Their muscles are coiled tight, ready to spring into action. My body