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.They were locked in the cell where they resided but the guards came to let them out for whatever they needed.In this case, Avery asked to get some food but also just needed to get away from Mason.They’d been cracking heads more than ever.“Avery, think!” He’d rattled her when he demanded that.“What did my father mean when he said this? You have his memories, right?”Avery had spent hours squinting at the pages of Jericho’s journal while hoping that it would drudge up some explanation in her head.It didn’t.She thought back to the memories she did have about the garden and the shore line.Nothing triggered it.Head beginning to hurt, Avery had backed off and Mason grew more frustrated.“You said you had his memories!” He snapped at her.“I’m trying Mason.It’s not like I can control them.” She’d protested, annoyed.In fact, the more she tried, the tidbits of memories that returned to her were absolutely useless.She remembered his wedding to some pretty red head and the birth of Eva.She remembered pacing the hallways of the hospital and hovering in the garden, but she remembered nothing about the book.Avery definitely surmised that trying had nothing to do with it.Avery knew they were just irate with each other over the intense stress.Time was running out and they were answerless.She’d finally left him behind for a food break and to clear her head.“What day is it again?” She asked the guard, unable to recall how much time had passed since they’d been sent to the island.The days were blurry at best between sleep, testing magic, and remembering short snippets of Jericho’s memories.“Day two.You have less than 23 hours left.Made any progress with the amulet?” He asked, sounding more curious than concerned.Shrugging, she said, “I’m not the right person to ask.I’m just here for shits and giggles.”She barely understood the concept of magic and much less the technical jumbles.Mason did and so it came down to him to do most of the research.It aggravated her that she couldn’t help and it aggravated Mason that he had to do it all on his own.Avery and the guard turned the last corner into a room with an open buffet.As she wasn’t exactly a prisoner, the guards allowed her to eat the management’s food.Not that she would ever call it much of a favor.The buffet contained an array of fresh fruit and green vegetables that took a beating from the atmosphere around here.Dew collected around the wilting veggies and the fruit was mushy.The meat, hot red in coloring, looked like food poisoning waiting to happen.The bread was hard enough it could be used to flog someone.Maybe the whole lot was in accordance to harpie appetites but she’d have a hard time stuffing it down her throat.“At least if Mason gets the amulet’s magic out of me, everything will be cool right? Like his banishment removed?” She asked while poking the bananas to test their softness.“Well, yea.He could petition the counsel to lift the banishment anytime now.”“That’s great.” Avery confessed.“It’s not that easy.You see, Mason was banished because there were a lot of unsavory accusations about him associating with known fugitives.But more evidence has come to light and they’re gonna want to try him on murder charges the second he reenters our society.”“Murder?” Avery glanced up at him, distracted from picking at the food.The guard continued.“Come on.You must have heard the situation.Mason allegedly calls out Jericho and steals the amulet to give it to the Band.Then coincidently the fiancé of Mason’s lover gets wacked.They think it was all a catered deal.The amulet for the murder of Adalyn’s fiancé.”“Is that why he needs the amulet? So he can prove that he didn’t give it to the Band?” She asked.He nodded, apparently eager to talk with her.By the sounds of it, the whole thing had been on the guard’s mind for awhile now.Settling for her slim pickings, Avery took her paper plate and sat down at a warped, wooden table.“Yep.Which sucks for you in the long run.We can’t let you go unless you’re magic free.If we do let you go with that Willow magic inside you, then you could potentially end up back with the Band and Mason would be unable to prove his innocence.”Avery understood the need to know for certain that the magic wasn’t being used by the Band but she didn’t enjoy being referred to as a pawn.“Well didn’t they find evidence at the crime scene that could prove it wasn’t him anyways? DNA? Finger prints? Wing impressions? I don’t know.something.”Mason told Avery point blank that he didn’t kill Adalyn’s fiancé so forensic evidence shouldn’t be a problem.The guard slid into the seat across from her and leaned forward.“But that’s the fun part, isn’t it? We know it wasn’t Mason himself because the foot prints in the dust were too small.During the struggle, the man actually got lipstick smears and chips of nail polish all over himself.Now I dare you to tell me that don’t sound like a woman to you.”Rapidly uninterested in her food, Avery absorbed the scenario.“They think it was Eva.”He nodded accordingly.“There aren’t many females who would have a hand in offing the man.That’s why they think, with the timing, it was all a trade off.It’s a really compelling case.” He surmised.Thoughts running away with her, Avery absently yanked the skin off the banana and brought the soft fruit to her mouth.Eva didn’t strike her as the diva type but it certainly fit with the facts-- even Avery had to admit it.“Humans call it tunnel vision when the police get fixated on one person.What if there was somebody else in the guy’s life that just wanted him dead?” She pointed out.The harpie laughed.“You’re an audacious human.Tell me then, you don’t think Mason had the guy killed?”Avery did give it a few extra moments of contemplation.“I’m sure he didn’t have anyone kill anyone.” She said.“It is just bad timing.Really bad timing.”The guard studied her with amusement in his eyes.Apparently he’d thought so low of Avery that any sign of intelligence on her part was amazing.“Is that an unbiased answer?” He asked.“Of course.” Avery snapped back.She considered herself more unbiased than most since she was an outsider looking in.The guard didn’t see it that way.“I don’t think it is.You’re taking up for Mason because you’re clearly into him.”Avery spit up her food in her rush to interrupt him.“Whoa.” She protested while hoping her face didn’t flush too much
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