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260 Ava: Call It

"I know" Nibbling the side of my finger, my brows pull together. Why would he tell me to keep it safe, knowing it might be too dangerous?

What were the words he used again? They seemed significant.

"Ava, I need you to tell me you're not going to the Blackwood territory."

Jerking my head up, I blink at Vanessa's worried stare. "I'm not going. I'm just trying to think."

My brain's dead set on remembering what Magister Orion said.

What was it?

Call my book?

Yeah, that's it.

"The book is useless to anyone even if they find it," Marcus says, his words soft. Is he trying to comfort me? "Don't worry, Ava. It'll be a paperweight. Or, if we're lucky, they'll be allergic. Like Selene." He is trying to comfort me.

How sweet.

"That's if we assume they don't know how to open it. The knowledge has been lost to us, but there are Fae involved now, remember?"

Marcus sighs. "Life was casier without this magic shit," he mutters, almost too soft for me to

hear.

But I do.

My lips quirk. I agree with him wholeheartedly.

"Magister Orion said to call the book to me," I say, looking to Vanessa instead. Sometimes it helps to talk out my thought process. "He wouldn't have said it like that if I were to go pick it up, right?"

Her eyes squint as she thinks it through. "That sounds right. But what does it mean? Can you move it from place to place with your magic?"

My nose itches, and I rub at it in frustration. "I think that's exactly what he means, but I have no idea how to implement it." A long sigh, filled with regrets and lack of time. Time is always in short supply. "I wish Magister Orion had taught me something like that before everything happened."

Vanessa's lips quirk into a small smile. "If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets.

I stare at her for a moment, the unexpected phrase catching me off guard. Then, despite the

gravity of our on a laugh bubbles up from my chest. "I haven't heard that phrase since I

was in human school."

the teneian tore heen

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complexities of pack politics, before I discovered my own magical abilities, before the world seemed to be falling apart around us. Not

says, her eyes softening with

to the present as his eyes remain glued to the road ahead. "As much as I appreciate the trip down memory lane, we should focus. It must be important, for

spent most of our time on basic control exercises. Also known as the thing that would keep me from kabooming everyone within radius if I

Vanessa chimes in

just need to figure out how. Right?" Vanessa turns almost completely around

makes sense. Magic seems to be all

lose concentration, I lose control. So it's

can't hide his skepticism. Probably because it leaks out in his voice. "So what, you just think really hard about the book and

bit foolish. "Maybe?

leans over the seat to whisper, "He just doesn't have the imagination

what you can do."

can hear you,

make her feel bad

he bites back the rest of his words.

my eyes and try

out of my concentration. A stale, acrid smell of cigarette smoke

silky feel its leather cover and the ornate silver clasps,

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disappeared like

what I

take a deep breath, trying to center myself. The truck

Focus, Ava. Focus.

my memory, swirling and shifting. I try to grasp them, to hold onto their meaning, but they slip away

I need to

breaks through my concentration. "Are you okay?

opening my eyes. "I'm

says softly. "We'll

sink deeper into my thoughts. I picture the book again, trying to will it into

open my eyes-nothing

in my

this ancient rust bucket on wheels,

traveling.

to me, so it

for a new magic

nose. It's distracting, pulling me out of my focus. I try to push it away, but it lingers, stubborn and

giving up. Besides, we have a long way still before we

when I held it. The sense of power, of potential. The way it seemed to hum with energy, as if it was alive somehow. I reach out with my mind, trying to connect with