Strings of Fate

Bellamy 5- Sharing and showing

I sigh and face her again.

“You’re right.” I mumble the words.

“Excuse me?” She sounds incredulous. Ugh, she’s going to make me repeat it?

“You’re right okay? I should have tried asking you first. I will try to remember to do so in the future. I have been worried about my sister and after hearing she got engaged I might have. gone a little out of control. Don’t worry about your job. I know the man who owns Borderline, I will make sure you don’t get in trouble for missing your shift today.” I take another deep breath and I’m careful with my choice of words this time. I don’t like having to ask for help.

“I am hoping that you will agree to help me protect my sister by further investigating Tristan.” Ryann raises an eyebrow at me.

“I thought you didn’t really believe in my power?” I shrug.

“I’m not sure I do. Maybe it is just because you seem to be the only other person around here who is suspicious of Tristan, but I find I really want to trust you.” At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself.

“So you have decided you do believe me?” She asks. I shrug and tell her about the test I have planned to confirm her abilities. It shouldn’t be difficult, but she looks unsure.

“I don’t know about this. I usually try to avoid sharing what I see. It seems a bit like a violation of privacy to share what threads I can see on people.” Huh, I hadn’t considered that. It’s actually kind of decent of her. I probably wouldn’t want my personal business shared with anyone who asks. But still, I need to know.

“Perhaps, but I can think of no other way to be sure.” She considers my words, her brow furrowing.

“I will tell you, but I have a few conditions. First, you can’t share the information I tell not even with the people themselves. Fate knows what it’s doing. I don’t need anyone

you,

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it.” I

can agree to that. What else?”

asking about my own threads. But it could be helpful. If she could find my mate for me the other

seems surprised that

with her conditions.

tell you about someone’s threads. I need you to promise you will try your best not to judge them. No one is perfect and sometimes the threads get tangled and mixed up and will take time to sort themselves

anyone anyway. It’s not like

nods firmly.

your test then.” She finally agrees.

help but grin at her reluctance.

I instinctively offer an arm to her and I’m almost surprised at my own actions. Offering to escort and protect her like I would a female Shifter isn’t like me. But it feels right. She hesitates a moment then takes my arm and I’m ridiculously pleased. Her hand is warm on my arm and rests there lightly. I lead her outside. to where I have arranged for a group of Shifters who live in the compound to wait. They have no idea what they’re actually here for,

way.

they are.“I can’t help but brag a little bit that I still ended up getting exactly what I hoped for, although I suppose she did win a few battles in making me ask for her help. I can tell

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dramatically.

so it’s not a surprise. Just pick someone.” She grumbles. Now I want to roll my eyes although I resist. I suspect that no one could make this woman do anything if she didn’t want to. I ask her a series of questions about the relationships between those present. She answers them easily and even provides more information than I asked for. Finally, I

to be certain.

Beth. Her mate passed away a few months ago, so I don’t expect much. Rather than answer me, Ryann just starts walking. At first I think she’s avoiding. the question but then I realise she has a destination in mind. We make our way to the small cemetery that we keep and she stops in front of the most recent tombstone, kneels in front of it and runs her hands over it. Oh shit, is she crying? I didn’t mean to make her cry! I have no idea what to say or how to make this better. So I just stay silent and let her express herself. Eventually she breathes a deep sigh then gets to her feet and faces me, wiping tears on her sleeve. She crosses her arms

satisfied?” She demands, clearly upset.

something about seeing the threads after death when we first met. I thought that she was being dramatic.

connecting them?

ask, a little unsure. I’m not totally sure I want the answer anymore, but some morbidly curious part of me needs to