Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

Cam 8- Jugs and jealousy

I have to fight the urge to bounce in place and squeal. I can’t wait! I rush to assure Bellamy that I will keep my potions safe. I can’t believe they’re actually agreeing.

“Duh, of course. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Most of my potions are more of the silly prank. kind. Or have medicinal uses at the request of Ella. It’s hard to get Shifter volunteers. I can test ones for Witches on myself. Humans, well… pretty much every spell works on them and they’re similar enough to Witches biologically that it doesn’t make much difference. It’s the Shifters, Vampires and other physically different magics that I have trouble with. Although I’ve made a lot of progress with my experiments on Incubi lately.” I add as an afterthought. Harrison clears his throat loudly and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Excuse me?” He demands indignantly.

“What?” I ask, as innocently as I can. It’s not like anyone will believe it but I may as well

mess with Harrison a little bit.

“Have you been experimenting with untested potions on me?” He asks. I’m fairly sure he’s pretending he didn’t realise. Surely he didn’t think that I just happened to keep a potion. designed to make an Incubus able to speak just sitting around. Right? Continuing the joke, I

answer him.

“Nah, I test them out on the other Incubus who follows me around. No big deal.” Weirdly, he seems annoyed by this. Maybe he wanted me to confess to experimenting on him so that he can claim I owe him. Or maybe he just doesn’t like to share his toys. Either way, it seems like I’ve finally found a way to annoy him back. I could have some fun with this.

their Oracle friend with them. Typically, Harrison stays behind leaving the two of us

for a while. I don’t even bother trying to chase Harrison out of my workroom. I doubt he would be willing to leave anyway, Instead, I put him to work pulverging one of

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8- Jugs and jealousy

doesn’t need heating, I prefer a jug because it’s easy to pour into bottles afterwards. Harrison has been so

Incubus you know?” He demands. Huh? Did he miss my sarcasm? Sure I’ve seen other Incubi around but I’ve never even talked to one other than him. Actually, from what I understand most Incubi aren’t big on talking at all. At least not the ones who hang out in bars. Taking my silence as

town right now, I mean it’s not like I know them all anyway. Is it someone

those guys.” I answer absently. He narrows his eyes at

me, aren’t you. I don’t think you actually are friends with another Incubus. It don’t know

completely

about my relationship. Who even said that we are just friends? I’m not a nun you know.” I point out. Okay, so maybe I’m pushing it a little. But I can’t believe he’s actually buying it. I’m also a little offended that he is

never considered myself unattractive. I get hit

omeone else

might want me?

canìe, the tension drains from him and the expression changes to a lazy smile. Before I can so much as blink, he reaches out and snatches my jug of half

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