Strings of Fate

Bellamy 2- Meeting and magic I know it’s a jerk move but | can’t risk her refusing, this is too important. So | barge my way into her hand 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, | turn and go to give her a dominating stare. Sure enough, she looks away immediately. Yeah that’s about what | expected. A glance around her hdoesn’t tella 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. | have a strange desire to see behind that door. Are there more personal items inside? Something that might tellmore about this woman. | return my focus to Ryann. | need to talk to her but | feel strange standing here. | remember the little dining table. Perfect, | point at it.

“Sit.” | 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 hand orderaround.” She says angrily. | can’t help but roll my eyes again. Is she trying to be intimidating? Because it is not working. Not at all. | force sarcasm into my tone. | don’t want her to see how amusing | find her.

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

“Are you happy now?” She gestures forto take the remaining seat.

“Why did you leave my sister that note?” | 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 atto be honest.

1/4 Bellamy 2- Meeting and magic “I saw that man, Tristan was it? Propose to her. | know it’s not right so | wrote her a note.” She explains. Well that answer was as clear as mud. | narrow my eyes suspiciously. What isn’t she saying? “And how did you ‘know it’s not right?” | know it's immature but | can’t help it. | speak in a silly high-pitched falsetto. | expect her to get angry, but she just sighs like she was expecting iL.

“I know it’s not right because of my magic.” She answers calmly. What does that even mean? Humans rarely have magic. She doesn’t smell like a Witch. | lean in a little, looking for hints. of magic in her scent. It actually pissesoff that she smells so good. It’s distracting.

“But you're human. You smell human.” | point out. She just raises an eyebrow and snaps at me...

“Stop sniffing at me, and I'm not human.” She insists. Is she trying to lie to me? That's just insulting. | cross my arms over my ch*st defensively.

“Then what are you?” | demand. She does it again. Just SHRUGS like it’s no big deal.

“Beats me, if you can figure it out letknow.” | say casually. Wait what? She doesn’t 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 actually know what people are. | can’t help but ask again..

“You are an unknown Magic?” | can barely believe it. I've never met someone who didn’t know their own magic. | inhale deeply again, looking for hints to her magic in her scent. This time, she’s the one who rolls her eyes and her response is sarcastic.

“I know, | know. Big shock right? How can this be and blah blah blah. | am an orphan and even though I know my power, it doesn’t fit into any species, so I'm stuck as an unknown.” This is so interesting.

“What is your power then?” The power she explains is like nothing I've heard of before. | can barely believe it’s true. Actually, I'm not totally sure | do. She seems sincere, but she could be lying to me. The problem is | want to believe her. Especially when she tellswhy she wrote that note.

2/4 Bellamy 2- Meeting and magic “Tristan has a red thread but it isn’t linked to Megan. | usually try to ignore this kind of thing. Fate always sorts itself out after all. But | have a blue thread, the friendship one, linked. to Megan. If she is fated to be my friend then | don’t want her to suffer when | can prevent it.” | confirm her words and she insists they're true. She wants to be friends with my sister? | thought she didn’t like Shifters? “You aren't even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” | comment, | admit that | intend the words as a taunt. She rises to the challenge.

“What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the circumstances of their birth. When | look at someone, | see the threads of their fate, not their. species.” She looks angry again but I'm reconsidering my opinion of her. Maybe she doesn’t hate Shifters? But then why was she so weird when she answered the door? And why does it feel so wrong to hear her calling‘Mr Kane?” “Bellamy.” | tell her. She looks confused.

“What?” She asks, “CallBellamy. Mr Kane was my father.” Okay, that’s not totally true. He was Alpha Kane and realistically, so am |. Everyone callsAlpha Kane except Megan. Still, telling ber to use my nfeels right. Thinking of my father still makessad. He passed away too young. | would love to hear his opinions on Tristan and actually, about Ryann too.

“Fine. Bellamy then. You can callRyann.” She offers her nuncomfortably but I'm glad she does because | have been calling her Ryann in my head this whole tand | am sure to slip and use it sooner rather than later. | can’t help but take deep breaths to inhale more of her scent. | try not to be too obvious about it. She smells... anxious mostly. Well now | feel kind of bad. Did I overreact? “Well Bellamy, now | have squestions for you.” She says primly, interrupting my thoughts. Wait what? | chere to get answers, not give them. She can’t just demand answers fromlike... well... like | did.

Damnit.

“Wow, calm down would you. I'm not asking anything difficult, at least it shouldn't be.” She complains and hesitantly, I nod for her to continue.