Strings of Fate
186- Examination and exhaustion
I startle at the new thread, then freeze. I probably look ridiculous and I’m fairly sure I’m alternating
between staring at my own ch*st and Cheryl’s. Ugh, I probably look like I’m staring at my own boobs. I
have got to stop. I’m too stunned to speak and I vaguely notice that Bemy has taken over the
interrogation. Asking who Cheryl is working with and
answer. I
where Kiara is being kept. She refuses to give any kind of useful do zone back in a little when I realise
that
Bemy is trying to use his whole Alpha thing to force her to speak.
“Tell me where Kiara is.” He demands. But before he can finish the sentence, Cheryl ms her eyes
shut and presses her lips together, t out refusing to speak any further. I guess closing her eyes
somehow stops Bemy’s Alpha thing from working. That’s different I guess? I really ought to find out
how it’s meant to work since I can actually do that to some extent. Or at least I managed to do
something with it when Tristain was in the middle of the dominance battle. I’m disappointed that Cheryl
isn’t saying anything, but after her psychotic rant, I didn’t really expect anything else. I think we’re going
to be better off searching the house looking for clues or evidence that Kiara was here at some point.
Now that I’m not staring at my new ck thread, it’s a little less rming. Mostly because it doesn’t
really change anything does it? I’ve already decided that Cheryl is not someone I am ever going to get
along with. I don’t know exactly how I can be destined to hate her now when I wasn’t before but it is
what it is. It is kind of concerning that these threads can change, they never have before. Maybe it’s
just a fluke thing since these murders have messed up
other people’s fates.
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After a while, Bemy gets frustrated and gives up on getting Cheryl to say anything else. Since she
finished her rant she hasn’t said a single word. She won’t even open her eyes. I think she might even
be humming to herself. The tune is oddly familiar but I can’t ce it. It’s like she is trying to pretend we
don’t exist at all.
Take her to the Magic’s prison. Tell them I will send through the paperwork for her sentencingter.”
Bemy orders the two guards that are still standing over Cheryl. She barely reacts as they lead her
away, shuffling along between them like a zombie, her eyes still shut. I sigh and lean into Bemy’s
side. He wraps an arm over my shoulder and
leans his head on mine.
“What are you going to do about sentencing?” I ask. Bemy lets out a deep sigh, much like the one I
just gave.
“After her confession in the murders and kidnapping? She won’t be getting out of there anytime soon,
or ever probably.” He tells me softly. He sounds miserable and I do understand. I hate Cheryl, but being
the person who has to make the decision that she will never be free again… that can’t be pleasant.
“Tell me when you’re doing the paperwork and stuff for it. I’ll help you, or sit with you or something.” I
offer. Bemy squeezes me tight for a second before letting me go.
“Thanks.” He gives me a sad smile.
We spend the next couple hours searching the house. We go through it inch by inch looking for any
sign of Kiara, or anything that hints to who Cheryl might be working with. We don’t find anything useful
at all. We do grab Cheryl’sptop and phone and take them with us to give to Alex. She has to be
communicating with her partner somehow, so it seems likely that there will be SOMETHING on one of
them that might give us a clue. I’m sitting on the floor of her office searching through the desk drawers
which I pulled out and stacked around me. Actually I’m going through them for the fifth time when
Bemyes to get me. My eyes are burning and I’mpletely out of it. I’m not sure I’m even
looking at the contents of the drawer anymore. Just moving things around and praying that some clue
will magically appear, I know there’s nothing here, if there was we would have found it by now. But I
can’t bring myself to be the one to call an end to the search, to officially give up.
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“Ry, love?” he drops a hand onto my shoulder. I tip my head back to look up at him, my eyes barely
cracked open.
“Hmm?” I give as a response.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing here. You need to sleep. The sun will be up soon and you look like you’re
going to copse.” He moves around and grabs my hands, gently pulling me to my feet. I stumble over
one of the drawers and he catches me against his chest. He’s so warm and I’m sofortable there
that I can’t bring myself to move away again. I just hide my face against him and let him support my
weight.
“We’re not giving up. Mauve Alex will find something in her messages. I know it sucks that we didn’t
find Kiara here, but this is progress. We know more than we did this time yesterday.” He forces
optimism into his tone, but he sounds as tired as me. I nod against his chest, but I still don’t move. I
could just stay here forever and pretend the world doesn’t exist. We stand for another minute before
Bemy moves. 3
“Alright. That’s it. Time to get you to bed.” He moves away just enough to hook his arms underneath
me and lift me off my feet. I don’t even have the energy to object. I just wrap my arms around his n*ck
and cling to him tightly.
On the way home, Aaron drives. Bemy sits in the back seat and keeps me on hisp and holds me
tight, asionally running a hand down my back or through my hair. Darrien sits in the passenger seat
and Megan is in the back with us. She and Bemy are talking to each other, but their voices are so
soft that without Shifter hearing, I can’t quite tell what they’re saying. But honestly I don’t care. Their
familiar voices are soothing. I’m heartbroken that I didn’t find Kiara here, but Bemy is right that this
was still at least partially a win for us and I need to rest before we figure out our next step. Back at the
house, I move to get out of the car but Bemy holds me tight against his ch*st trapping me in ce.
He carries me inside, Megan hurries ahead of us to unlock the front door. In fact he carries me all the
way to bed. He drops me into the nkets and helps me pull off my shoes and jacket. He vanishes for
a second and my eyes begin to fall closed. Hees back with another of his shirts for me to wear.
Drowsily, I pull off my top and pull his on over my bra. I shove my leggings off roughly and kick them
away. Lastly I unhook my bra, pull it off under the shirt and fling it away. Then I copse back into the
pillows, too exhausted to think. Bemy moves around the room for a couple minutes. I hear the rustle
of him changing clothes and I think he collects my stuff off the floor and drops it into a hamper. Finally,
he crawls into bed beside me, flicks off the light and pulls me into his chest. I fall asleep listening to the
soft sound of his heart beating.
Chapter Comments
Madine Rodrigues.
was it not better to observe cheryl and have her followed around a bit
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why is alex purple? xD
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