Strings of Fate
175- Admiration and alcohol
Just like I have every other time I’ve managed tomunicate with Kiara, Ie back to myself
feeling dizzy and kind of like throwing up. Not sick exactly, more like I’ve pushed myself way too far. I
don’t know why it’s so exhausting to speak to her when watching her, particrly in my sleep, it takes
no effort at all. In fact I can’t seem to STOP doing that. It’s frustrating but worth it. I can feel a little tired
and unwell if it helps Kiara cope with what she’s going through until we can get to her. My phone
vibrates and I move too fast to grab it, making my head spin. Woah, that’s confusing. I have a text
from… Bemy? Isn’t he downstairs? Unless he went out while I was meditating, but I doubt he would
leave without telling me first. He’s way too freaked out about the psychos threatening me. I open the
message.
Bemy–S.O.S. You have a guest…
S.O.S? Why w
would me having a guest require an S.O.S. Unless… who would Bemy want rescuing from? I
suspect I know the answer. I head downstairs in a hurry and 1 am entirely unsurprised to see Harrison
is here. What I am surprised by is how he has an arm slung over Bemy’s shoulder. His other hand is
waving around enthusiastically and he’s holding something purple and shiny. I approach, trying not to
laugh at Bemy’s disturbed looking expression.
“Hi Harry. Uhm, what’s going on here?” I ask. Even I can hear the amusement in my own
voice.
“It’s male bonding!” Harry deres. He says it seriously but I can see the mischief in his eyes.
“You’re here for… male bonding?” I repeat doubtfully. Harry winks at me and nods.
“Sure. Well, actually I’m here for a delivery but since you didn’t answer the door I thought I should take
advantage of this chance to threaten the life of my bestie sh baby sister’s boyfriend. I figure you
don’t have a dad to do it so ites down to me.” Again, he says the words seriously, but really he just
seems absolutely delighted. What’s strange is that I think this really might be Harry’s way of trying to
‘bond with Bemy. He’s cing himself firmly in the role of my older brother and in that way, making it
clear to Bemy that he isn’t a threat to him romantically. But he’s also making it clear that he has no
intention of going anywhere. I’m happy to see him making an effort. I really did miss having Harry in my
life, I would be devastated if he walked out of it again. But as a female who is in no way biologically
rted to him, keeping me around would have been difficult and confusing for teenage Incubus Harry. I
know that neither of us dealt with his abilities turning up well, as shown by us not speaking for several
years, bute on, we were both stupid teenagers. It’s not like you can actually expect good, well
thought out decisions.
“Right, so is your arm around Bemy’s n*ck a sign of affection or are you trying to strangle him?
Because if it’s thetter, I would prefer you didn’t.” I tell him cheerfully. Harryughs and releases
Bemy,
“Well since you asked so nicely.” He pulls me into a quick hug and releases me. Bemy looks half
amused and half annoyed.
go since h
“How did you do that? I’ve been trying to get him to let got here!” Bemy demands.
“Well duh. He’s TRYING to annoy you. If you wanted him to let go you probably shouldn’t have made it
so obvious that it was working.” I point out. Bemy sighs.
“That makes an annoying amount of sense.” He grumbles. I move to stand beside Bemy and lean
into his shoulder.
“Thanks for not hurting Harry ip your attempts to remove him from your personal space.” Iment.
Bemy grins and leans down to k*ss me lightly.
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“Well I thought you might prefer your sort–of–brother in one piece. But your gratitude is appreciated.”
He moves to k*ss me again but is interrupted by Harry shoving something purple in his face.
“NOPE. No groping my sort–of–sister. Usually I would enjoy watching a pretty girl being seduced,
particrly if I’m the one doing the seducing, but Ryann… yeah no.” Harry shudders. Bemy, who
looked annoyed when Harry interrupted, seems delighted with this information. Alright, well I think
Harry has officially convinced Bemy that he isn’t actually a threat, no matter how much Harry likes to
taunt him.
“Well then, in that case we should get back to why you’re actually here. That way you can hurry up and
leave and I can k*ss Ryann without you butting in.” Bemy says cheerfully. I roll my eyes and elbow
Bemy in the ribs.
“Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a
shiny ss bottle full of something purple.
“Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan.
“That was terrible Harry.” Iin.
“I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I cane up with using the word
‘package.‘ Harry offers.
“Please don’t” Bemy says dryly.
“Alright, alright. Well, I have that tracking spell you wanted. Cam asked me to bring it to you.” he
exins.
“Great.” Bemy holds out a hand for the bottle. Harry holds it out to him, then at thest second, he
shifts his hand to the side and lets go.
“No!” Bemy grabs for where he expects the bottle to fall. Except it doesn’t. Harry stands there hand
open, palm facing down. But the bottle doesn’t fall.
“Harry, why is that bottle stuck to your hand?” I ask. He shrugs.
“Cam was going to deliver it herself but there was a delivery at the bar and she had to stay so I offered
to help. She said no at first but eventually agreed. Still, she magicked it to my hand. She said it was so
I wouldn’t drop it or lose it.” He admits. I burst outughing and Bemy smirks. Once I get ahold of
myself I ask Harry what to do next.
“So how do we get it off your hand?” I question, Harry shrugs.
“Not sure. You should probably ask Cam. She gave you her number right? What was it again?” He
asks.
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“She won’t give you her number, will she?” I ask sympathetically. Harry shrugs.
“Well, I’d love to help, but it would be wrong for me to give it out without her permission.” I say
apologetically. I expect him to be annoyed but he just nods.
“All good, I’d rather she give it to me herself anyway.” He responds, abination of optimism and
determination in his tone that I can’t help but admire. Lquickly call Cam.
“Hello?” She answers.
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“Hi, this is Ryann. I’ve got Harry here with a bottle stuck to his hand which is hrious by the way. What
do we need to do to get the bottle off of him? I mean, I could make him carry it around indefinitely but I
think even with a spell on him he would find a way to lose it if we leave it too long.” I joke. Cam snorts
out augh.
“That’s fair. Well it’s an easy enough spell to break. I made the magic dissolvable and of course I used
something I had handy as the trigger. So all you need to do is tip a little whiskey over it.” She exins.
Well of course.Why wouldn’t the bartending Witch make spells that can only be broken with alcohol? I
thank her and say my goodbyes while Bemy heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey he must
have kept in one of the higher cupboards. I’ve already looked in all the ones I can reach while
attempting to cool so I know they weren’t full of booze. He returns and I take the bottle and carefully tip
a capful of whiskey over Harry’s hand. We all stare, waiting for something to happen.
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