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Strings of Fate
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When we pull up to the house, there’s a police car waiting. There are two cops standing by it, one looks bored and irritated and the other has a fake ‘customer service‘ type smile plastered on his face that I know well from experience. Yeah neither of these guys want to be here. They’re probably pissed that we made them come down here. Not to mention uncomfortable being in the Shifter compound. Non–Shifters aren’t invited here often, although I suppose that isn’t exactly true anymore with all our new friends stopping by regularly. Standing beside them looking awkward and uncomfortable is Alex. I bet they’ve been taking their impatience out on him. I narrow my eyes at them and prepare myself. One snotty comment and I am going to tear into them, it’s been a long night. Bellamy parks the car and I wait for him to get out. He speaks with the police briefly and Alex escorts them inside the house. Bellamy returns and opens the door next to Kiara.
“Hey, can I help you get inside? The police want to talk to us a bit but we will make it as fast as we can, then you can have a nice bath and later our doctor friend promised to stop by to see if there is anything she can do to help you feel better. Does that sound okay?” Bellamy asks. Kiara scrunches up her face when he talks about speaking with the police, but nods along to the rest of the plan. She even lets go of me and holds her arms out to wrap them around Bellamy’s n*ck as he carries her. He meets my eyes over her shoulder and gives me a smile. This is progress, she trusts him too. I do my best to follow along, staying close by them and in her sight. Aaron gives me his arm and escorts me inside. We settle into the living room where Bellamy places Kiara on the middle of the biggest couch. He and I sit on either side of her. Aaron positions himself against a wall standing and looking intimidating. Apparently he’s taking his b*dyguard role seriously right now. Kiara looks on approvingly though so I appreciate his efforts if they comfort her. Her small hand finds its way back into mine. Alex sits in one of the recliners. The two police choose not to stand and honestly it
annoys me. Kiara is freaked out enough as it is, she doesn’t need them standing over her.
“Please, take a seat.” I say pointedly. One of the cops opens his mouth as if he is going to argue but he makes the mistake of meeting my eyes. I glare at him and moments later he takes a seat, dragging his partner with him. I can’t help but smirk and Bellamy looks proud. Maybe I’m finally getting the hang of this being bossy thing.
I watch on tiredly as Bellamy explains how we rescued Kiara and how we were looking for her due to my visions. He doesn’t mention Cam’s tracking spell since it isn’t exactly legal for her to make it and give it to us, or if it is legal then it’s definitely frowned upon. Annoyingly, the cops do notice the omission.
“How is it that you were able to find her in the first place? We’ve been searching and haven’t had a single clue this whole time.” One of them complains. He seems almost annoyed that we found her. Okay, maybe not that she was found, but that WE found her.
“Bellamy told you that I have been having visions of her, I used one to figure out a general area and then we basically searched until we found her.” I tell him. It’s not TECHNICALLY a lie.
“Are you an Oracle or a Seer? Show us your k.” One of the men demands. Bellamy lets out a low growl, i appreciating his demanding tone. I reach a hand over Kiara and pat him on the knee prompting him to cool it and let me answer. He settles down, trusting me to take care of it.
“I’m neither. My magic is more one of a kind. I’m technically considered a representative for Ananke, she’s kind of like one of the fates, but a little different. Still, my magic interacts and compliments the magic held by the representatives of the three fates, one of which is Kiara here. So when she was in trouble, I started having visions of her and that’s how I tracked her down.” I explain. Kiara is looking up at me curiously. It doesn’t seem like she knows much about her magic either. I’ll have to tell her more about it later, and put her in contact with the other two. I’m sure they will be relieved to see that she’s safe and sound. The police don’t seem thrilled with my answer, but our marks and magical registrations confirm it so there isn’t much they can say about it. That’s one bright side of rare, mostly unknown
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magic. No one can really tell you if you can or can’t do something. There’s so little information they have to kind of take your word for it.
The second cop who has been fairly quiet so far flicks through a little notebook that he’s been taking notes in this
whole time.
“What about the Witch? They identified her as Jenna Warrens by the way, how did she die? Another officer called us from site to tell us about it while we were waiting for you and at a glance they said it didn’t look like a Shifter kill. What happened to her?” he asks slowly.
“No idea, the place was burning with Witch fire, then suddenly it vanished and she was dead on the floor. I don’t think it was anything we did.” Bellamy answers grimly. The cops then turn their questioning on Kiara. She just nods or shakes her head. Sometimes she shrugs. When they ask questions that can’t be answered in this way she just stares at them until they rephrase the question. I know she’s staying silent because she’s traumatised, but it’s a very effective method for making people uncomfortable. I’ll have to remember that. When the police finally give up on getting any more useful information from Kiara, they stand to leave.
“Well, come along child. Social services will be wanting to talk to you. Best get ready to go.” One of the men, the angry. one says firmly. Kiara instantly starts bawling tears. She quite literally crawls into my lap and clings tightly to me, nearly hysterical. The police seem confused and annoyed.
“We would like to Keep Kiara here with us until we find her actual family. She is scared and trusts Ryann. There is plenty of space here and it would help her feel more comfortable. She clearly doesn’t want to go with you.” Bellamy points out to the police settling in beside me. His eyes clearly exhausted.
“Look we get it, but there are rules you know. You can’t just keep a child because you picked her up on the street.” The policeman responds wearily. I open my mouth to answer but Alex stops and tells us that he’s taken care of it. Huh?
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