Tangled

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255 Ava: The Golden Stranger

Light illuminates the room, and Marcus steps back, hiding me more fully behind his bulk.

"Who are you?" he asks, and I glance at the knife he's holding behind his back.

When I try to step around him to see who's talking, Vanessa steps forward to block the gap.

can't see anything, and yet I know who's talking. I just can't remember who they are.

"Easy, wolves. I am no enemy of yours, and no danger to the witch you shield."

"Give us your name, Vanessa snaps, uncharacteristic hostility in her tone. "Who are you, and why do you know us?"

"Ah, yes. I suppose you wouldn't know. I am known as Acarus, of the Fourth Beginning. You know my mother"

"Mother?" Marcus asks, shifting his weight as he edges a little closer. "And who might that be?"

"And what the hell is the Fourth Beginning?" Vanessa's annoyance is clear. "You can't throw around words and expect them to mean a thing."

"Oh. Yes, I suppose you wouldn't know that, either." A long pause. "Don't look at me so, wolves. My mother is Miriam, of the Fourth Beginning. Or, as you know it, Dakota Sanctuary. There's a lilt in his voice that tells me he's probably smiling. "Does that help?"

"Miriam?"

The talk of a mother dislodged a long-forgotten memory, and I shove past Marcus.

The golden stranger stands before us, his palms raised in a gesture of peace. His ethereal beauty. is just as striking as I remember-inhuman in its perfection. Golden hair catches the light, and those piercing blue eyes seem to shift to a crimson hue as they move. A mild smile plays on his lips, but it does little to ease the tension in the room.

Marcus and Vanessa tug me back, their protective instincts kicking in, but I shake them off as I

exclaim, "It's you!"

I turn to my friends, eager to explain. "He was in the woods during the Blackwood riot. He didn't harm me then."

Acarus nods in my direction, his gaze appraising. "You've become stronger since we last met, Ava

Grey."

A question that's been nagging at me since our first encounter bubbles to the surface.

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Margot was talking about?" I

features. "I'm afraid I don't

on Blackwood lands. Margot came to warn me about it, right before I found you in the woods. It was so long ago, the details blur in my mind. "She was worried about something.

Ava: The Golden

his head in thought. "That seems unlikely. I have no contact with others. Especially

don't quite satisfy my curiosity, but before I can press further,

dinner? I'm sure you must be

glances. I can feel their hesitation, their distrust of this beautiful stranger who

surprising myself with the conviction in my voice. If Sister Miriam

knows things

is our

Marcus shakes his head,

his pot out.

Blackwood

Miriam. That's too

out from the bottom of the stairs. "Come along. I made

he descends the stairs. His hand never strays far

looks familiar, but it isn't until

like the first place I met Sister Miriam. This one isn't quite the same, but

And outside the windows is nothing but trees. Wherever we are, it isn't in a

accommodations," he says, as if a huge table that

set for four, a simple spread of bread, cheese, and what looks like a hearty stew steaming in earthenware bowls. It's far

and Vanessa

Wait a second.

know

Melodious and deep,

nerves.

of the table. "I'll do my

into a chair, ignoring the pointed looks from Marcus and Vanessa.

The Golden

on either side

be here? Second, you said Sister Miriam is your mother, I begin, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. "How is that possible? She never mentioned having children, and vampires aren't usually..." Well, that's kind of silly. She's the product of a vampire and something else herself. "Well,

"Mother can be selective with the information she divulges. I'm sure you've noticed that

all the times she's danced around the subject or promised to answer things later, much like Selene does-yeah, I'd say I've

not her biological son," he says, motioning for us to partake as he

the food.

their lead.

me since I was young. In every way that

rather have answers right now," Vanessa says, still suspicious. "How did you know about our arrival? We didn't plan

would arrive. I've been preparing a meal every day for weeks. He nods toward the food

to ask about the pigs, but I keep my mouth shut. More important things to worry about