Strings of Fate

19- Spies and stalkers

I really hope they don’t decide to stay for dessert. I expect Bellamy to pull out his phone and answer messages or scroll through Facebook or something, anything. But he doesn’t. His eyes are still on the restaurant but the way he’s angled himself in his seat, towards me, at least as

much as one can while in a car. Does he want to talk?

“Sooo….” I search for a conversation topic. His eyes dart to my face, then back to the

restaurant.

“Why isn’t Darrien here? Isn’t he Megan’s guard?” A look of irritation flashes across Bellamy’s

face.

“Sending him along would be implying that Tristan can’t protect his fiancee. It’s like a slap in

the face. Megan would never allow it.” I frown.

“I don’t get it, shouldn’t Tristan be grateful. A guard is just extra security right?” Bellamy

shakes his head.

“Definitely not. It would be like if you insisted a guard come with you while you’re out here with me. I can assure you that I would not be grateful.” I sigh. Then mentally freak out a moment. Is he implying that me seeing him is the equivalent of a date? Surely not. He’s probably just talking about trust in general again. Right? I’m definitely over analysing things.

“Men are exhausting.” Bellamy grins.

“I prefer to think of us as consistent.” I outright laugh at that.

“You mean predictably annoying?” Bellamy shrugs.

but since we’re also keeping a lookout neither of us is really looking at the other. At least not properly, with eye contact, and not for more than a few seconds. The silence drags on and my mind. drifts back to the matter of Darrien. The poor guy must be heartbroken since

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“Bellamy?”

“Yeah?”

sure he is okay while Megan is with Tristan.” Bellamy looks like he is thinking really hard about it. A line creases his forehead as he furrows his

don’t think he has any friends. He is quiet as I am sure you have noticed. He moved here from another group of feline Shifters about a year ago and requested the position as Megan’s guard almost immediately. He spends most of his time tailing her.” Bellamy seems distressed at the realisation. He might be a bossy Alpha and he might not know Darrien well, but I can tell he cares, even if it didn’t occur to him until

swears under

issues like this that destroy the other Alpha’s and the Beta’s trust in

cautiously. Bellamy slumps in

Shifters are best at protecting and

to me naturally,

Darrien’s… mental health.” He admits. I try for an optimistic tone of

even more urgent than I thought it was. Good thing it is already well underway. You know, it might be useful, to

him in on it.” I

and looks distracted, I’m

trying to do about it. It would give him a little hope I suppose. We wouldn’t even have to tell

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think it more likely that he would run to

think he would want to help us.” I let the subject drop as I notice a new thread appearing from Tristan.

mate has to be nearby.” I lean closer

I try not to think about. how stalker–y we’re being. Bellamy pulls out his phone and turns on the camera mode. Okay, so we’re really, really stalker–y… He leans in towards the window. I can feel

you see her.” I nod. Wait,

why are we whispering?” I whisper. Bellamy meets my eyes,

It’s like we’re spies or something.” he whispers back

least.” I

tall, red haired woman approaching. Tristan’s soul mate. I point her out between bursts of laughter. Bellamy uses his phone to snap a picture of her and we both sit and watch, eager to see what she is going to do. She pauses

that?” I question, in a NORMAL volume. I turn to face Bellamy and my

how close he’s gotten. He releases

back. Then