Romans & histoires I See You In Avatar

I thought it was my imagination but something inside me told me that she was there. It made me so nervous like I was doing my first concert. “Are you okay?” Vian asked me noticing my anxiousness. “I think I saw her.” I blurted it out. “Who?” he looked confused. “Ava, I think she is here,” I told him. I think I saw a glint in his eyes, but it disappeared immediately. I didn’t know whether it was shock or excitement. “That’s good.” He said with a calm smile and walked away to get ready.

barely standing, power flickering around her like dying embers. And dozens of rogues closing in on her. My heart ruptured. “AVA!” She whipped around, eyes wide when she saw me….relief, fear, and something fragile flickering across her face. But I didn’t have time to reach her. Because behind the rogues…deep in the treeline…two glowing red eyes blinked open. Watching. Waiting. Calling her. A cold voice whispered…not aloud, but straight into Ava’s bond: “Soon.” Ava flinched, clutching her chest.

Ava's smile was a masterful blend of sweetness and malice, her lips curling up in a sly, sideways curve. It was a smile that hinted at secrets and schemes, a smile that suggested she knew something you didn't. As she gazed at the screens, her eyes landed on another video feed, this one showing the interior of the Timberlakes' house. But the image was fuzzy, the camera's battery low. Ava's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering for a moment.

Ersa's POV: "Ava, please let me out," I said in her mind, and trying my best to reach out to her mentally, Ava's shield around her brain opened. It feels like she is not in consciousness. I have to reach out to her to pull myself out completely. I felt Ava reaching for me. This was all I needed, I thought to myself. I held her hand and dragged myself out of this slumber. I came to the surface. I can now clearly see from Ava's eyes. I saw a few men surrounding me and I let out a roar when someone tried to approach me.

Chapter-23 AVYANNA'S POV "You didn't have to. I know it's not your thing," I said before opening my eyes. Seeing Evander’s warm stare on my face, I couldn’t help but smile when I noticed how he was wearing a mask to hide his face.

Too different to replace. He didn’t want a replacement anymore. He wanted Ava. He reached for his phone. Stopped. Then saw the screen light up. Ava: “I need to see you. Just us.” He read it three times. The fourth time, he smiled

And a new image appeared on the screen. A woman. Dark curls. Piercing silver eyes. Wearing my face. Only not mine. Sharper. Colder. She looked into the camera and smiled. “Hello, Ivy,” she said. “Let’s see who survives the flames first.”

“If Dominic sent you, then tell him I didn’t do anything wrong.” At the mention of Dominic, Avatar’s eyes darkened slightly. “You do not get to decide what is wrong,” he said. “Dominic does.” Silence filled the room again, thick and suffocating. One of the men moved closer to the window and examined it carefully. He ran his fingers along the frame, then looked back at Avatar and nodded once. My stomach twisted painfully. Avatar walked behind me. I felt his presence before I felt his hand. He placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my face upward, forcing me to look straight ahead.

Ava stood in front of it, still in the loose black infirmary shirt, her hair tied back haphazardly. She didn’t move. She didn’t fidget. She just stared. One eye looked slightly more tired than the other. Her mouth curved wrong when she frowned. Things no one else would notice. She saw all of it. She whispered— > “Ava Monroe.” Waited. No glitch. No echo. But she didn’t believe it. She tried again. > “Ava Monroe.” Still no change. Still the same face staring back. But something behind the eyes— It felt like glass being pressed from the inside. Like a breath against a window, just faint enough to question.

Everywhere is dark so I can't see them. “Who are you? Show yourself!” I shout to the person in the room with me. “Hello, dear,” Ava says, appearing in front of me. “Did you miss me?” she says, using her long nails to touch the edge of my face. “Where am I, and how did I get here?” I ask, moving my face out of her reach. “You’re with me, that’s where you are.” “What the hell does that mean?” “It means what it means.”