Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 221 Ava: The Fae Ward (lll)

A giant of a man fills the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the fron either side. He's easily twice

the size of any man I've ever seen, with pointed ears that stretch back into his salt-and-pepper hair. Despite the

gray streaks, his face is unwrinkled, but his eyes—swirling from blue to black and back again—hold a wisdom

that speaks of countless years.

"You're late," he bellows, his voice reverberating through the courtyard like a clap of thunder.

His larger-than-life presence fills the courtyard, very different from the Fae guards who led us here.

Marcus and Vanessa move to step between us, their stances protective, but the strange man roars at them.

"Stand back, you flea-ridden mutts! Letsee my pupil!"

There's an excitement in his tone that belies the aggressive volof his words, leavingmore confused than

frightened. Selene slinks forward, her ears pressed back against her skull as she sniffs at the air to scent the new

arrival.

"Your pupil?" | ask, my voice sounding small and uncertain even to my own ears. "Are you the one Sister Miriam

toldabout?"

The man throws his head back and laughs, the sound booming like a cannon shot. "Who am I? I'm the one who's

graciously allowed you entry into the Fae Ward, girl. The one who's going to teach you to control that wild magic

of yours before it consumes you whole."

All the Fae to this point have been elegant, their movements natural and flowing. Even the intimidating guards

move with a grace that seems to cfrom deep within.

This man, this teacher of mine, is like a bear, with wide movements and a lumbering gait. Even so, his

excitement shines through, making his sinister-seeming phone calls feel innocuous now in the light of his energy.

"You may callMagister Orion," he says, his voice dropping to a more conversational volume. "And you, Ava

Grey, have a great deal to learn. It took you too long to get here."

"A more friendly phone call might have helped." Trying to keep my words firm and even, | hold out my hand in

greeting. "Hello, Magister Orion."

His massive head tilts, his eyes glittering down atin the brightest shade of blue I've ever seen. "Was | not

friendly? | warned you about your friend, and you interrogatedas if | were her captor."

"When you disguise your voice like that—"

"Disguise?" Magister Orion rears back, distaste crawling across his face. "I, a respected wizard and Magister,

disguise myself? Why would I do such a thing?"

Marcus pullsback, scowling at the giant Fae standing before us. "Are you not the one to call Ava's phone,

then?"

"Call? Ah, yes. Of course | called her. The daft child has no business running amuck without training."

"I can explain," a tiny, tinny voice says from behind him, and we all step back, startled by a new addition to our

little group.

"Magister Orion's secretary," Layla says from behind us, sounding amused. "We call her little Tinker, after one of

your human movies."

A tiny figure emerges from behind Magister Orion's knee, her mechanical wings glinting in the light. She's even

shorter than Layla, with vibrant pink hair and sparkling lilac eyes that dance with mischief. As she smiles at us, |

can't help but stare at the robotic contraptions protruding from her back.

Noticing my fascination, the little Fae titters and spins around, revealing a remote control in her hand. With a

flick of her wrist, the wings flap open and closed, a whirring sound filling the air.

"I just love the idea of wings," she gushes, her voice high and melodic. "Ever since | saw that fabulous movie

about the tiny Fae and the flying children. Of course, you humans butchered our existence, but still—it was

inspiring!"

Vanessa and | exchange an uncomfortable laugh, unsure how to respond. "This place is far more amazing than

any movie I've ever seen," | admit.

"What, the Fae Ward? Balderdash. We're just a cheap imitation of the Fae Realm, but it helps us feel more at

hhere." Tinker chuckles. "We have more freedom, too."

That sounds like a lot of history to dig through, but Magister Orion clears his throat, drawing our attention back

to him. "Shall we head inside? We have much to discuss."

Tinker nods enthusiastically, her wings fluttering with excitement. As we follow them into the cottage, she falls

into step beside me, her head barely reaching my hip. "I should explain about the, mm, what's the word? Oh,

yes. The phone call," she says, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Magister Orion did it, but we used a new

device, aimed to muddle our communication against wolves.

It reconstructs his words, but Sister Miriam says it makes him sound sinister. Did it have the seffect on

you?"

The curious look on her face is almost rabid, her eyes eager and glistening.

"It did," | confirm, watching her over-enthusiastic nod with sconfusion. It takes a second for her words to

dawn in my overwhelmed mind. "This device of yours is why none of the shifters could understand him?"

Tinker's eyes light up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Precisely! Isn't it just brilliant? The Fae

Ward functions with quite a bit magitech—ah, magical technology—but it doesn't always work the way we

intend. Human innovation is fascinating, but doesn't seem to mesh well with magic."

A small notepad appears out of thin air, and she scrawls something on it. The letters are similar to the runes |

saw within the book Mrs. Elkins brought me, and | curse myself silently for not bringing it here. I'm sure they

would have been able to tellmore about it.

"Sinister. Hmm. Indeed. | thought the dhampir was being a bit overblown, but | suppose it can't be helped. The

device was supposed to go for austere and majestic."

Tinker's words cout in the absent-minded fashion of someone talking to themselves, and I'm not sure if I'm

supposed to respond.

Before | can figure it out, we step into the cottage, and the words die on my tongue. Beside me, Marcus and

Vanessa halt abruptly, their eyes widening in shock.

Despite the unassuming exterior, the inside of the cottage is a true marvel. A spiral staircase dominates the

center of the room, stretching up into darkness far above our heads.

My jaw drops as | take in the sight before me. Books—countless books—Iline the walls from floor to ceiling. Some

float lazily through the air, as if guided by an invisible hand. There's the scent of ink and paper, a coming-home

sort of cozy scent that fills my nostrils, and there's a huge part ofthat wants to live here forever.

Don't start thinking like that, Ava, Selene warns. The Fae don't give back what cwillingly into their fold.

Her warning is like a bucket of ice water on my face, and | stare at the heaven within with a little more wariness

after that.

Magister Orion stands tall amidst the stacks, his chest puffed out with pride. "Impressive, isn't it?" he booms, his

voice echoing through the cavernous space. "Centuries of knowledge, all at our fingertips."

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