Strings of Fate

Bellamy 2- Meeting and magic

I know it’s a jerk move but I can’t risk her refusing, this is too important. So I barge my way into her home and try not to grin at the way she glares at me. It’s cute and completely non- threatening.

“What are you doing? This is my home, you can’t just let yourself in!” She objects, I turn and go to give her a dominating stare. Sure enough, she looks away immediately. Yeah that’s about what I expected. A glance around her home doesn’t tell me a lot about her. The place is pretty empty. There is a tv, a couch, a small but tidy kitchen and a dining table that seats two. A door at the far end of the room must lead to her bedroom. I have a strange desire to see behind that door. Are there more personal items inside? Something that might tell me more about this woman. I return my focus to Ryann. I need to talk to her but I feel strange standing here. I remember the little dining table. Perfect, I point at it.

“Sit.” I tell her. To my surprise she glares at me. Perhaps she isn’t so meek after all. Her next

words confirm it.

“Mr Kane, you can’t just barge your way into my home and order me around.” She says angrily. I can’t help but roll my eyes again. Is she trying to be intimidating? Because it is not working. Not at all. I force sarcasm into my tone. I don’t want her to see how amusing I find

her.

“Would you rather I 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 my sister last night.” I watch as an array of emotions fly across her face. Irritation, curiosity, even a little sadness. To my relief, she sits down. I don’t actually know what I would do if she refuses to speak with me. I can’t exactly

force her.

“Are you happy now?” She gestures for me to take the remaining seat.

“Why did you leave my sister that note?” I ask. She shrugs, SHRUGS. Like it isn’t important. Luckily she continues or I’m fairly sure the sarcastic thoughts passing through my mind would escape and she would never talk to me. I’m not used to people arguing with me, or glaring at me to be honest.

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so I wrote her a note.” She explains. Well that answer was as clear as mud. I narrow my eyes suspiciously. What

can’t help it. I speak in a silly high–pitched

iL.

magic.” She answers calmly. What does that even mean? Humans rarely have magic. She doesn’t smell like a Witch. I lean in a little, looking for hints. of magic in her scent. It actually pisses me off that

out. She just raises an eyebrow and snaps at

me..

she trying to lie to me? That’s just insulting. I cross my arms over my ch*st defensively.

are you?” I demand. She does it again.

know? But everyone knows what they are. It’s practically impossible not to. We all get tested at birth and marked. It helps avoid medical mistakes and accidental deaths when doctors

who didn’t know their own magic. I inhale deeply again, looking for hints to her magic in her scent. This time, she’s

and blah blah blah. I am an orphan and even though I know my power, it doesn’t fit into

is so

before. I can barely believe it’s true. Actually, I’m not totally sure I do. She seems sincere, but she could be lying to me. The problem is I want to believe her. Especially when she

that note.

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try to ignore this kind of thing. Fate always sorts itself out after all. But I have a blue thread, the friendship one, linked. to Megan. If she is fated to be my friend then I don’t want her to suffer when I can prevent it.” I confirm her words and she insists they’re true. She wants to be friends with my sister? I thought she didn’t like

to be friends with my sister?” I comment, I admit that I intend the