Tangled

Chapter 260

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"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."

from the teneian tore heen

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a simpler time, before I knew about the complexities of pack politics, before I discovered my own magical abilities, before the world seemed to be falling apart around us.

say that all the time," Vanessa says, her eyes softening

"As much as I appreciate the trip down memory lane, we should

hums, jostling its way over the road as if it's full of potholes, making it even harder to concentrate. "We 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

much," Vanessa chimes

close my eyes, trying to recall anything that might be useful. "He did mention something about intent being crucial in magic. He must think I'm capable of doing this, so I just need to figure out how. Right?" Vanessa turns almost completely around on the passenger side of the bench to face me. There are no seatbelts. Well, there were

makes sense. Magic

idea. "If I lose concentration, I

Probably because it leaks out in his voice. "So what, you just think really

bit foolish. "Maybe?

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

what you can do."

hear you, Healer

she chides. "Don't make her feel

to-" he bites back the rest of his

close my eyes and

old truck rattles and shakes, every bump in the road threatening to jostle me out of my concentration. A stale, acrid smell of cigarette smoke lingers in

its leather cover and the ornate silver clasps,

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and disappeared

what I need

center myself. The truck

Focus, Ava. Focus.

to grasp them, to hold onto their meaning, but they slip away like smoke. Frustration bubbles

need to

concentration. "Are you okay? You look

nod, not opening my eyes.

she says softly.

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

I open

in

the three of us, this ancient rust bucket on wheels, and the

traveling.

said to call it to me, so it must be possible; I just

massive undertaking for a new

me out of my focus. I try to push it away, but it lingers,

a long way still before we make

gave me when I held it. The sense of power, of potential. The way it seemed to hum with energy, as

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