The Perfect Mikaelson's

126|| Avery ❤️‍🔥

Avery
2 weeks later

I stare at the empty space in the bottom of my closet and do my best to think before I act.. because if I act, I'll burn this island to the fucking ground.

It hasn't been gone long. A week tops.

But if the two foot gap wasn't enough proof, the indentions it left in the carpet sure are.

I haven't moved it. Hell, up until two weeks ago, I hadn't even looked at it. That's why it's taken me so long to notice.

I think back to around a week around and a couple days after and I don't remember anything out of the ordinary. The doors were locked, windows closed.. everything was exactly where it should be.

At least that's what I'd hoped. All my appliances and electronics were accounted for. I didn't keep cash on hand and my cards are in their assigned spots. Elijah's black Amex right up front.

The only thing I hadn't really checked for was the small things. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, purses, etc..

I have way too many clothes to sort through and with a quick glance, I can see every shoe is in their correct spot, including Abbie's beloved sparkly stilettos.

It's my jewelry box that makes me nervous. The box itself is worth thousands.

The beautiful blood red enamel, gold inlaid accents and red velvet lining the inside. It was once owned by Princess Kol was smitten with.

He took it the night she promised her hand in marriage to a Prince. He gave it to me for my 400th birthday.

Her loss really. On the jewelry box and Kol.

I take a deep breath and slowly peel back the lid. I like to dabble in the fine pieces of jewelry, which means my taste is quite hard to come by. The few pieces I do own, I've committed every detail to memory.

The one I've owned the longest, which is currently missing from its slot, brings a swirl of mixed emotions.

My engagement ring.

My two-and-a-half-million-dollar engagement ring.

My seven carat. Centennial diamond. Emerald cut.

Is missing.

Gone from the slot it's been in since the wedding and hasn't been touched. It's gone and I have no earthly idea of who could've taken it or where I could've possibly lost it.

The bloody ring is gone. My chest full of memories is gone.

Someone is about to lose their life if I don't get some answers quickly.

"Hey Avery! We're here." I tap down my homicidal rage and slam the box lid shut. I'm not going to dwell on this right now, but best believe the second I have a chance to start looking for answers, there will be no means to an end until that ring and chest are back where they belong.

I'm making my way downstairs when I hear Abbie making herself at home in the kitchen and the cutest little pitter patter of tiny feet.

"Avie! Avie!" I spot Haidyn toddling by, a paci trapped inside her mouth. That's when Hope follows her, calling out for me again. "Avie!"

"Hi Sweet Girl!" I reach the bottom step and sit down as she runs and leaps in my arms. "I've missed you. Who taught you how to say my name?" She pulls away, pointing to Abbie. "Abe Kat!"

I look over at Abbie, watching as she throws her head back and groans. "Is she trying to call you Abbie Kate?" Abbie looks over at me and nods. "Yes. At first it was Abe, because Derek and Cora call me Abs.. but Peter has found a new way to torture all of us and calls me Kate. So now I'm Abe Kat and I can't find it in me to be mad at her."