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.

little.” We fall silent again. This is a weird conversation. We’re talking, 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

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“Bellamy?”

“Yeah?”

he is okay while Megan is with Tristan.” Bellamy looks like he is thinking really hard about

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

under his

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

I ask cautiously. Bellamy slumps

at protecting and providing physically. Emotionally… that is

It doesn’t come to me naturally, it didn’t occur to

admits. I try for an

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

him, if we let him in

on what?” He asks, he has a strange expression on his face and looks distracted, I’m not entirely sure he is actually

what we’re 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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more likely that he would run to Megan and tell her everything though.” I

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

red thread is visible. His soul mate has to be nearby.” I lean

to keep an eye out. My nose bumps against the cool glass and 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

you see her.” I nod. Wait, they

Bellamy meets my eyes, his expression is

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

least.” I

even harder. I notice a 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 outside the restaurant. and looks in through the

question, in a NORMAL volume. I turn

how close he’s gotten.

Then