Strings of Fate

4- Slippers and surprises

I wake to a loud banging sound. It takes me a moment to realise it is someone knocking really, really loudly on my front door.

I groan and pick up my phone to check the time. Eight twenty–two AM. Who could possibly be visiting me?

Maggie should be at the markets right now and Logan on his way to school, besides, neither of them would ever knock so… aggressively.

I force myself to climb out from under my covers and shiver as the cool morning air hits me. I glance in the mirror as I pass it and realise my ponytail from the night before has twisted and now sits awkwardly on one side of my head with half my hair pulled loose in a weird loop. I pull the tie from my hair and slip it over my wrist. The banging continues.

“I’m COMING, chill out already would you.” I grumble. Oddly enough the banging does actually stop. Whoever is on the other side of the door clearly has great hearing if they heard what I just said. That or they gave up on me answering and went home. I hope for the latter because I really want to just go back to bed.

I shuffle to the door and swing it open. My actions might seem a little reckless, I probably should have glanced through the window to see who it was at least before answering. But I am tired and not awake enough to consider things like my own safety.

In fact I feel that the person on the other side of the door should probably be the one who is

afraid of me considering how irritated I am.

Standing in my doorway is a man that I can only describe as breathtaking.

He is tall and muscular with black hair that has a slight wave to it and golden eyes. A glance at his arm tells me he is a Shifter.

In fact, he is the same kind of Shifter as Megan. He is wearing blue jeans, a black button. shirt and is standing with his arms crossed, his expression impatient.

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pushes his way past

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mouth to speak when I notice something that my sleepy brain hadn’t registered

rub my tired eyes as I stare. There is a red thread coming from

this is that it leads straight across to mine. I stare up at him with wide eyes, not

soul mate is a

right in front of me. Half of me wants to throw myself at him. I am so excited to meet

I’m ready for a soul mate just yet, and I barely know this guy. I chastise myself internally. I am being ridiculous. This man has no idea that we are tied by the red string

me, his nostrils flaring slightly as he looks me over. He doesn’t seem impressed with my unicorn flannels and bunny slippers. Go figure. I pull myself together enough to act (mostly)

I greet him, my voice a question. When he speaks his tone

all business.

“Are

you

R.G?” he demands.

ask.

stupid or are you really this slow? Are you the R.G who wrote this note to my twin sister Megan?” he demands again, this time waving the note I had written the night before in my face. I flinch back as it comes a little too close. Rude much?

yes? My name is

pushes his way past me

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try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me

I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn’t notice me looking up because he’s already looked away

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scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to

this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I’m still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain. Okay, not asleep then. I cross my arms and stare at the man,

Bellamy Kane.

my soul mate then I refuse to allow him to

barge your way into my home and order me around.” He rolls

“Would

you

phrase my demand sweeter, and have no doubt this is a demand not a request. Miss Gale, would you be so gracious as to take a seat so that I can speak to you. properly about the rather vague note you left for

hope the note didn’t upset her too much. I decide to give into his demands this once and sit down. I try

happy now?” I gesture at the other chair for him to sit down too. He sits

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to appear confident and put together. Well, as put together as one can look with bed head and bunny slippers.

sister that

that man, Tristan was it? Propose to her. I know it’s not right so I wrote her a note.” The Shifter narrows his golden eyes at me and suddenly I am certain that he is some kind of feline Shifter. Something about his eyes is so

I sigh. Explaining my magic is always frustrating. People either think I’m making it all up, since no one else has the same power as me, or they think I’m odd and start to