#Chapter 173: Played Like a Fiddle

Ava The implications of the fake moonstone hit us all like a ton of bricks; Olivia likely still had the original moonstone, which explained why the blight hadn’t let up around the pack. We had been played like fools, and now Olivia was likely far away, laughing to herself as she cradled the real moonstone in her hands. “Goddess, how could we be such naive idiots?” Chris growled, pacing back and forth in the yard as he clutched his hair. “We were so focused on getting the moonstone back,” Leonard added, “that we never even stopped to question if it was real.” “Olivia has always been clever,” Chris mused through his teeth, “but this... this is a new level of bullshit. My own sister…” I held a hand up to stop them. “We need to focus. Our priority right now should be on restarting the search for her, not being angry over the fact that she pulled the wool over our eyes.” Chris finally stopped pacing and shot me a determined look. “You’re right,” he