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~ Anyssa's Pov ~ “Isa?” Mavis asked from behind me and walked over to where I stood by the door. I couldn’t even imagine the shock on his face, it was worse than mine. Isa stood there, holding her black travel box. Her raven-black hair was loosely tied in a bun. She was dressed in a two-piece brown shirt and shorts. She looked good, except that her eyes appeared tired. Her blue eyes still shimmered as bright. “What are you doing here?” Mavis blurted out.I nudged him in the elbow and gave Isabella a wide smile.

Bella asked, looking surprised, because Denise hasn't told her about Ava before. "Yes. Mavis was once married to a certain woman named Ava, but she is already dead" Denise said. She didn't tell Bella about Mavis's dad being the mastermind that killed Ava, because she didn't want Bella to know. It's not like she doesn't trust Bella, Denise trusts Bella with everything inside of her. She doesn't want to tell Bella because she felt it wasn't necessary, and talking about someone's family is what Denise hates doing. "So Mavis is still in love with his late wife?"

“What?! I’m only 19!” Maya laughed, then came closer and whispered in my ear: “Iris… here… your age is like the other vampires.” I asked her: “And how old are they?” She smiled: “One hundred and eighteen years old.” I froze. “O… one hundred?!” She laughed: “Iris, vampires are the youngest among us. I’m two hundred years old.” I put my hand over my mouth and felt the world suddenly become bigger than I had imagined.

The dark witch’s red eyes darted around them as she said, “ You should not be here.” “ I know,” said Mavis, her voice cold and detached. For years she had hidden herself and portrayed as Greta, Logan’s grandmother. She had thought that with her standing between the two of them, Levy and Logan would stay far from one another. Not to mention that she had very slowly poisoned Logan into returning to his origins but she had underestimated Logan’s willpower. He was stronger than she gave him credit as he had somehow managed to fight the poison that she had given him, what was more he was yet to turn savage.

"Oh none of that, come on lovelies, let's see what we have through these beautiful timeless oak doors!" "Oh no, Mrs. Mavis is leaving, well I'm glad we came when we did, I'd hate a tour given by Mara," Penny stated as we walked behind an elderly couple. "You don't like her?" I chuckled as we were the last to enter the stone mansion. "Absolutely not, she's horrible, Mara Mavis is two years older than me, but that didn't stop her from bullying me or almost everyone else in school. She made a mistake though, she told everyone that she was engaged to King Killian, well he was Prince Killian at the time, and at first, we all believed her. That is until my cousin Tessa came to school and told her

But as she looked me over from head to toe, she hesitated. "Well... if your father weren’t so forgetful, he might’ve updated things a bit. I mean... how old are you again, Maria Vitória?" I smiled. "You can call me Mavi. I’m twenty-three." Her jaw dropped. "You’ve got to be kidding!" "Nope." "Holy crap! I’m stepmom to a twenty-three-year-old girl?!" I got out of the car with my body aching and one very clear thought: Go back to that hospital? No way in hell.

Connor’s tone cooling, “This is a private event, Mr. Carter, I’m afraid you and your…’partner’ will need to leave.” Mavis’ hand slowly lowered, her sweet smile replaced by something sharper as she turned her nose upward. “We were invited by an old friend of mine. Trillium James.” A muscle in Connor’s chin twitched. “Trillum invited you?” His shoulders tightened as a silent war raged behind his eyes. “Yes,” Mavis insisted. “We’re old college friends." The commotion was beginning to draw a bit of attention. Heads turned. Eyes narrowed. “Mav!” A high voice trilled from across the room, like discordant birdsong. “You made it! Is this your fiance?”

“It matters not what time of day it is. In here, time is always the same.” Maevis let loose a sigh that sounded almost more like a growl, shaking her brown curls, which she had swept up and clipped atop her head, as she did so. She was much older than Serendipity, forty on her last birthday, and had known the girl since she was a very small child, having joined the Fizzlestitch household when it seemed three small girls were too much for the previous help to contain without another set of hands. “Serendipity,” she lamented, still shaking her head. “I do hate to see you this way.”

“What are you doing? This is the Scarlet Heart Club! You can’t just.....” Charles raised a hand, cutting her off. “Relax, Miss Mavis. You’re not in any danger. We just want you to put on a little show for us.” Mavis’s heart hammered in her chest. “What show?” she demanded, her voice trembling. The fear that had been bubbling under the surface broke free, and for the first time, she felt truly scared. Charles smiled, the coldness in his eyes growing. “You’ll see when the accessory arrives.”