Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

186- Examination and exhaustion

I startle at the new thread, then freeze. I probably look ridiculous and I’m fairly sure I’m alternating between staring at my own ch*st and Cheryl’s. Ugh, I probably look like I’m staring at my own boobs. I have got to stop. I’m too stunned to speak and I vaguely notice that Bellamy has taken over the interrogation. Asking who Cheryl is working with and

answer. I

where Kiara is being kept. She refuses to give any kind of useful do zone back in a little when I realise that

Bellamy is trying to use his whole Alpha thing to force her to speak.

“Tell me where Kiara is.” He demands. But before he can finish the sentence, Cheryl slams her eyes shut and presses her lips together, flat out refusing to speak any further. I guess closing her eyes somehow stops Bellamy’s Alpha thing from working. That’s different I guess? I really ought to find out how it’s meant to work since I can actually do that to some extent. Or at least I managed to do something with it when Tristain was in the middle of the dominance battle. I’m disappointed that Cheryl isn’t saying anything, but after her psychotic rant, I didn’t really expect anything else. I think we’re going to be better off searching the house looking for clues or evidence that Kiara was here at some point. Now that I’m not staring at my new black thread, it’s a little less alarming. Mostly because it doesn’t really change anything does it? I’ve already decided that Cheryl is not someone I am ever going to get along with. I don’t know exactly how I can be destined to hate her now when I wasn’t before but it is what it is. It is kind of concerning that these threads can change, they never have before. Maybe it’s just a fluke thing since these murders have messed up

other people’s fates.

After a while, Bellamy gets frustrated and gives up on getting Cheryl to say anything else. Since she finished her rant she hasn’t said a single word. She won’t even open her eyes. I think she might even be humming to herself. The tune is oddly familiar but I can’t place it. It’s like she is trying to pretend we don’t exist at all.

Take her to the Magic’s prison. Tell them I will send through the paperwork for her sentencing later.” Bellamy orders the two guards that are still standing over Cheryl. She barely reacts as they lead her away, shuffling along between them like a zombie, her eyes still shut. I sigh and lean into Bellamy’s side. He wraps an arm over my shoulder and

his head

do about sentencing?” I ask. Bellamy lets out a deep sigh, much like the one I just gave.

out of there anytime soon, or ever probably.” He tells me softly. He sounds miserable and I do understand. I hate Cheryl, but

me when you’re doing the paperwork and stuff for it. I’ll help you, or sit with you or something.” I offer. Bellamy squeezes me

gives me a

clue. I’m sitting on the floor of her office searching through the desk drawers which I pulled out and stacked around me. Actually I’m going through them for the fifth time when Bellamy comes to get me. My eyes are burning and I’m completely out of it. I’m not sure I’m even looking at the contents of the drawer anymore. Just moving things around and praying that some clue will magically appear, I know there’s nothing here, if there was we would have found it by now. But I can’t bring myself

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he drops a hand onto my shoulder. I tip my head back to look up at him, my eyes barely cracked

as a

and grabs my hands, gently pulling me to my feet. I stumble over one of the drawers and he catches me against his chest. He’s so warm and I’m so comfortable there that I can’t

that we didn’t find Kiara here, but this is progress. We know more than we did this time yesterday.” He forces optimism into his tone, but he sounds as tired as me. I nod

get you to bed.” He moves away just enough to hook his arms underneath me and lift me off my feet. I don’t even have the energy to object. I just wrap my arms around his n*ck and

Their familiar voices are soothing. I’m heartbroken that I didn’t find Kiara here, but Bellamy is right that this was still at least partially a win for us and I need to rest before we figure out our next step. Back at the house, I move to get out of the car but Bellamy holds me tight against his ch*st trapping me in place. He carries me inside, Megan hurries ahead of us to unlock the front door. In fact he carries me all the way to bed. He drops me into the blankets and helps me pull off my shoes and jacket. He vanishes for a second and my eyes begin to fall closed. He comes back with another of his shirts for me to wear. Drowsily, I pull off my top and pull his on over my bra. I shove my leggings off roughly and kick them away. Lastly I unhook my bra, pull it off under the shirt and fling it away. Then I collapse back into the pillows, too exhausted to think. Bellamy moves around the room for a couple minutes. I hear the rustle of him changing clothes and I think he collects my stuff off the floor and drops it into a hamper. Finally, he crawls into

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