Strings of Fate
183- Pacing and preparing
Even though he’s just left, Bemy calls Alex. I feel kind of bad about it, he’s been here for hours and
just when we finally let him go home, we call him with more work.
“Hey Alex. I need you to track down Tristain’s mother. I need to know where she is, any properties she
has and also anyone she might be close with, particrly magic users.” Bemy pauses listening to
Alex’s response. Man, it must be nice to be able to hear the other side of the conversation like all the
Shifters In the room can.
“Yes, she was here the day his mother came to see me, Ryann intervened when she became
emotional. It’s possible that she might have interpr things to believe that Ryann is responsible.” He
nces down at me and hurriedly
adds.
“She isn’t of course. It’s ridiculous. But I don’t expect someone who thinks killing people to make a
point is a good n, to be reasonable.” He finishes. I smile at him, it was unnecessary, but I do
appreciate his efforts to make sure I don’t feel bad about things. Bemy hangs up and we all stand
there, not sure what to do next.
“We can go pick up Tristain’s mother as soon as we know where she is, but Alex needs a little time to
track her down first. We should all rest for a couple hours. We can get a team together. We’ve been
working all day. Everyone needs to at least rx a while, shower, read a book, take a nap, whatever.”
Bemy insists. We all reluctantly agree, but I can tell that no one is particrly happy about it. Now
that we have a lead, we all want to chase it down immediately. But Bemy IS right. It’s better to be
smart about this. As much as I want to go get Kiara right now, it’s been weeks since she was taken. It’s
not likely that any further harm wille to her in the next couple hours, and it would be awful if
something bad happened to her because we rushed in without thinking things through.
Bemy and I head upstairs. I copse into the bed to rx but itsts about five seconds before I’m
back on my feet pacing the room. Bemy is sending out a bunch of messages making sure there is a
team ready to go after Tristain’s mother. In theory, it shouldn’t be that hard for only a couple Shifters to
take her in easily. But since we don’t know who is with her or what weird magic has been used to kill
the victims, not to mention what other magic she might have ess to and the fact that they have a
child as a hostage. Then there’s the fact that all of this is working from the assumption that I’m right
about Tristain’s mother being the one who wants to hurt me in the first ce. Is it strange that I don’t
even know her name? How can it be that someone hates me enough tomit multiple murders and a
kidnapping, but I don’t even know her name. To do all this, she would have had to dedicate all her time
to her hatred, to focussing on her anger. Meanwhile, she was such a small part of my life, of my day,
that I didn’t even think of her as a potential threat until now, and only because Darrien’s phone call with
his mother triggered the memory. This is ridiculous. I think back to the day I met her. What did I say to
her? What exactly caused her to direct all her anger and pain at me? Was there something I could
have done differently? I know I wasn’t super nice to her, but Bemy thought I did okay. He was super
grateful for my help, but now I’m thinking I just made everything worse. I just jumped into the
conversation without thinking. What could I have said differently? I mean, she was already very angry
and upset. All I really did was take her attention from Bemy and drag it to myself instead. Maybe I
should have just let her yell at us. At the time I thought she needed some time to cool off, but maybe if
we gave her a chance to express her angry to get it all out, we could have helped her. Or maybe there
was nothing I could have done, nothing either of us could have done. I mean, she raised the kind of
man who would marry a girl while in love with someone else, just to try and get more power.
I’m pulled from my thoughts by Bemy catching my hand, apparently done with his phone. He Pulls
me towards him and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean into him and he buries his face in my hair.
“You’re supposed to be rxing, trying to take a break before we go try and find Kiara. I’m fairly sure
you’re just wearing yourself out and working yourself up into a frenzy.” He chastises me gently. I shrug.
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183- Pacing and preparing
I can’t help it. I can’t just MAKE myself rx.” I object.
“You could try meditating?” Bemy suggests helpfully.
“Nah, I’m too antsy. Too much nervous energy. I don’t think I could sit still long enough to clear my
mind.” I exin. Even now, Bemy’s arms around me are the only thing stopping me from bouncing
from foot to foot.
“I understand.” Bemy responds, and he does. I can feel how tense he is. Ready for action, to push
forwards and face everything head on, as he does. This waiting is as difficult for him as it is for me,
maybe more so.
“We’re going to find her, aren’t we?” I ask quietly. Bemy pulls back to look me in the eye.
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“We will find her. I’m going to find her. I won’t rest until I can put that little girl in your arms. Until you can
be sure that she’s okay.” He promises. I slide my hands up his ch*st to his shoulders, then lean up on
my tip toes and press a light k*ss to his lips.
“I love you.” I tell him shyly and Bemy’s serious expression breaks into a smile.
“I love you too.” He responds, the smile still on his face. I move to go sit on the bed, knowing that if I
start pacing again, he’s just going to catch me. I do my best not to think, but it isn’t working. My
thoughts return to my earlier
rumination.
“Bemy? What is Tristain’s mother’s name?” I ask quietly. Bemy, who was approaching the bed to
join me, freezes in ce. His brow furrows as he thinks.
“L… I don’t know.” He sounds as horrified as I feel. He pulls his phone out and sends off another
message beforeing to copse on the bed next to me. He pulls me to his side and I curl up against
him with a deep sigh.
“I wish I had spoken to Megan earlier. Had told her the truth about Tristain when I first suspected it.
Things might have ended differently.” Bemy admits, his tone vulnerable and quiet. I stroke a hand
down his ch*st in a way I hope is reassuring.
“You couldn’t have known, and I had plenty of chances to tell her too. We both kind of messed up. We
shouldn’t have waited until her actual wedding day to speak up. We were both a little caught up in our
own issues at that point.” I respond. I don’t think my words actually make him feel better, they don’t
make me feel better either. I continue.
“But neither of us could have seen thising, and we aren’t responsible for the bad things that other
people do..” I remind him. He nods and k*sses my head. His phone chimes and he checks it.
“Tristain’s mother… Her name is Cheryl.”
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