Strings of Fate

Bellamy 3- Shoes and shock

“Well, first I really would like to know how you found me. I didn’t even put my full name on

the note, and you didn’t know it until I told you, so I doubt you got my details from anyone at Borderline.” Ryann reasons. Actually, I probably could have gotten the answer, the owner owes me a favour and my company manages a lot of his businesses‘ security. Still, I suppose it is a fair question. I was concerned myself at how stalkerish my behaviour might seem. I shrug

since she seems so fond of the gesture.

“Your scent was all over the note. I assumed that it was placed in my sister’s bag at the restaurant since that’s the only place she went that evening, so I went there. It didn’t take me long to find you from there. Your scent was… exceptionally easy to follow.” Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever tracked someone so easily. Not that I track people often. But either way it was strangely simple to follow her home.

“Maybe it’s because I walked home barefoot.” She comments casually. Yeah that would explain it. Except… Did she say she walked home without shoes?

“Barefoot? Why would you do that?” She points to a pair of black high heeled shoes that have

been abandoned by the front door.

“Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” She sounds disgusted, I raise an eyebrow. That seems a little dramatic, they’re just shoes. My sister wears them often enough and she doesn’t usually complain about them.

“Biting your feet off? Surely they can’t be THAT bad…” I trail off then stare in horror as she lifts her foot to show me. The entire back of her foot is torn up with half healed blisters and fresh ones. It looks super painful. All that from a pair of SHOES? I actually feel sick thinking

about it.

“They are definitely that bad.” I don’t think. I grab her foot and pull it closer so I can examine it properly. Do these need treating? What if they get infected? Maybe I should call Dr Dae and- oh. What the hell am I doing? I drop Ryann’s foot and awkwardly try to act normal as she pulls her slipper back on. Thankfully, she doesn’t bring it up because I really don’t have an explanation for my behaviour. She changes the topic and is almost shy when she asks. I can scent a tang of fear on her and I find I don’t like it.

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Bellamy 3- Shoes and shock

“… how did your sister react when she saw the note?” Oh. I stare at the floor as I answer.

“She hasn’t actually seen it. I scented something different in her purse, you I suppose, and I took it before she saw. She was excited and didn’t seem to notice it.” I tell her guiltily.

down.” She comments. Ouch, what kind of a brother

I hesitate before sharing my fears,

too sure about Tristan. I’ve never really bonded with him.” The look she gives me tells me that she can read between the lines. She opens her mouth, probably to call me out on it when a clattering at the open front door gets my attention. I was so caught up in Ryann I didn’t even notice anyone approaching. That

doesn’t seem fond of him. An opinion I

he bites out, staring at the mark on

thought you were such a nice girl Ryann, I hope you don’t intend to have Shifters coming at all hours in my building.” He snaps at her. What an ass, I take

and there is no reason why I can’t invite whoever I please.” Her words are firm. Yeah okay, I probably

it from downstairs. Magics really all act like rules don’t apply to them, don’t they?” he directs the last statement towards

queen.

who she chooses to live near?

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3- Shoes

the mark that proves she is indeed a Magic. The asshole human’s expression darkens.

huh?” Something about that statement triggers Ryann. In a flash, she is in his face and her hand flies, slapping the man hard across the face. The man swears and raises his hand. Oh not on my watch. I

1. have made the first blow

out. Never speak with Ryann again. I suggest

down and like most people,

upset and kind of

didn’t need to know that I’m a Magic. Now Maggie

for the second floor again. She did warn me that he didn’t

what to do. I don’t regret my

on her arm.

reassure her. She doesn’t seem pleased. Actually she looks annoyed and she drags her sleeve down, tugging it as low as it will

glaring at

Wait what? Does she not want

what just happened? She

leave. I’m reluctant, I kind of want to stay but I don’t know that I actually have a reason to. Wait, I should get her phone number. She might be able to help

out of my skin. She tugs me