Strings of Fate

100- Interrogate and investigate

1 stare down at my last bit of muffin.

“I wouldn’t lie. But it’s probably best if you don’t ask until you’ve already made up your mind. Knowing the answer doesn’t really make anything easier anyway.” I tell her. She considers me

for a moment then nods.

“I guess so. But you would warn me if I was making a really bad choice again right? Like last time?” She sounds very young and scared.

“Of course.” I assure her.

“Thanks.”

“So does that mean you’re going to text Darrien?” I ask. Megan blushes and eventually nods. She pulls her phone out of the pocket of her jeans and types out a quick message, I have no idea what she writes but she hits send then drops her phone and quickly downs the rest of her food. Only seconds later she gets a message back. She reads it with a small smile and I decide not to push her about it any further today. I’m burning with curiosity about how their

relationship unfolds from here, but I’ve learned my lesson about interfering in the past. I might be able to see fate but that doesn’t mean I should meddle with it.

Megan and I spend what’s left of the morning vegging out in her room, watching TV while she occasionally points out the potential benefits of me staying permanently. More time together, sharing clothes, not needing guards just to meet up to hang out at home. She is just

pointing out that we can get midnight snacks together when Bellamy knocks on her bedroom

door.

a little obnoxious, but I do tend to dress a little more conservatively than her. Bellamy steps in. I immediately get up and

discuss what they found at your place. Come downstairs for the meeting.” He says. His tone is demanding and he seems like he’s in a rush. I think he’s

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100- Interrogate and investigate

me around, but I’ll allow it this once. He had better not keep it up though. He is very bossy when he’s stressed. I follow him downstairs. Megan waves us off saying she will catch up later but doesn’t want to mess up her nails. She does throw

mind, I volunteered to help.

Darrien comments.

I smile at him. Alex is sitting in my usual recliner and Bellamy is… glaring at him. He looks like he is about half a second from tearing Alex from the seat. I clear my throat and perch myself on the edge of Bellamy’s desk. Maybe we should start having meetings in the living room where there are more seats. Aaron leans against the wall in a corner. Darrien is hovering near the doorway, probably hoping Megan will turn up. Shaun decides to drop down and sit on the grey carpet with his legs crossed like a kid in school. Bellamy paces the room before stopping next

individually until they are all forced to look away. Alex looks away the fastest and he looks the most uncomfortable. Shaun shifts a little closer to where Alex is sitting, almost defensively. The blue thread floating

didn’t find

figures, both wearing black hoodies and dark glasses so

They approached on foot so no car either. We checked the note for prints or other evidence

takes over the

area. It appears that they took the paint‘ cans with them and despite our best attempts we couldn’t find a hint of any kind of scent to track.” he grumbles with frustration. Bellamy looks about ready

explode.

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useful and I sigh.

scents of magic all over, probably something to hide the perpetrators actual

of you, all you managed to figure out is that there were two people there last night. He sums up. He sounds majorly pissed off. I place a hand on his arm in an attempt

Alex gives a shy smile, his gaze darting to Bellamy then back to me. Aaron, as usual, gives no real reaction other than a slight dip of his head in acknowledgement. Bellamy pulls his arm away from me

question of the room. Alex

you.

of. I mostly keep to myself.” I explain. Bellamy