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.

the two of us alone in my workshop. I could go and work the bar, but I already gave Cora the extra shift, so

chance to get a start on the tracking spell. I don’t have the personal item from the girl to use just yet, but I can start the base of the spell. It takes a little bit of time to prepare because it has to sit 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 the ingredients with my mortar and pestle. I sort of expect him to do a terrible job and that I’ll have to re–do it but to my surprise he is

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Jugs and

are all about a cauldron, but this mixture doesn’t need to be boiled. In fact, not a lot of them do, and a regular cooking pot would work just as well. For a potion that doesn’t need heating, I prefer a jug because it’s easy

even talked to one other than him. Actually, from what I understand most Incubi aren’t big on talking at

it’s not like I know them

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

you actually are friends with another Incubus.

I’m completely honest.” He grumbles. I

a lot of assumptions 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 just assuming that

myself unattractive. I get hit on while working the bar all the time.

omeone else

might want me?

as it 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 completed

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