Bemy 2- Meeting and magic


    I know it’s a jerk move but I can’t risk her refusing, this is too important. So I barge my way into her


    home and try not to grin at the way she res at me. It’s cute andpletely non- threatening.


    “What are you doing? This is my home, you can’t just let yourself in!” She objects, I turn and go to give


    her a dominating stare. Sure enough, she looks away immediately. Yeah that’s about what I expected.


    A nce around her home doesn’t tell me a lot about her. The ce 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. I have a strange desire to see behind that door. Are there more personal items


    inside? Something that might tell me more about this woman. I return my focus to Ryann. I need to talk


    to her but I feel strange standing here. I remember the little dining table. Perfect, I point at it.


    “Sit.” I tell her. To my surprise she res 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 home and order me around.” She says angrily. I can’t


    help but roll my eyes again. Is she trying to be intimidating? Because it is not working. Not at all. I force


    sarcasm into my tone. I don’t want her to see how amusing I find


    her.


    “Would you rather I 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 I can speak to you. properly about the


    rather vague note you left for my sisterst night.” I watch as an array of emotions fly across her face.


    Irritation, curiosity, even a little sadness. To my relief, she sits down. I don’t actually know what I would


    do if she refuses to speak with me. I can’t exactly


    force her.


    “Are you happy now?” She gestures for me to take the remaining seat.


    “Why did you leave my sister that note?” I 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 ring at me to be honest.


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    “I saw that man, Tristan was it? Propose to her. I know it’s not right so I wrote her a note.” She exins.


    Well that answer was as clear as mud. I narrow my eyes suspiciously. What isn’t she saying?


    “And how did you ‘know it’s not right?” I know it’s immature but I can’t help it. I speak in a silly high–


    pitched falsetto. I 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. I lean in a little, looking for hints. of magic in her


    scent. It actually pisses me off that she smells so good. It’s distracting.


    “But you’re human. You smell human.” I 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. I


    cross my arms over my ch*st defensively.


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


    “Beats me, if you can figure it out let me know.” I 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 idental deaths when doctors actually know what people are. I


    can’t help but ask again..


    “You are an unknown Magic?” I can barely believe it. I’ve never met someone who didn’t know their


    own magic. I 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, I know. Big shock right? How can this be and h h h. I 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 exins is like nothing I’ve heard of before. I can barely


    believe it’s true. Actually, I’m not totally sure I do. She seems sincere, but she could be lying to me. The


    problem is I want to believe her. Especially when she tells me why she wrote


    that note.


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    Bemy 2- Meeting and magic


    “Tristan has a red thread but it isn’t linked to Megan. I usually try to ignore this kind of thing. Fate


    always sorts itself out after all. But I have a blue thread, the friendship one, linked. to Megan. If she is


    fated to be my friend then I don’t want her to suffer when I can prevent it.” I confirm her words and she


    insists they’re true. She wants to be friends with my sister? I thought she didn’t like Shifters?


    “You aren’t even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” Iment, I admit


    that I intend the words as a taunt. She rises to the challenge.


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    “What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the


    circumstances of their birth. When I look at someone, I 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 me ‘Mr Kane?”


    “Bemy.” I tell her. She looks confused.


    “What?” She asks,


    “Call me Bemy. Mr Kane was my father.” Okay, that’s not totally true. He was Alpha Kane and


    realistically, so am I. Everyone calls me Alpha Kane except Megan. Still, telling ber to use my name


    feels right. Thinking of my father still makes me sad. He passed away too young. I would love to hear


    his opinions on Tristan and actually, about Ryann too.


    “Fine. Bemy then. You can call me Ryann.” She offers her name ufortably but I’m d she does


    because I have been calling her Ryann in my head this whole time and I am sure to


    slip and use it sooner rather thanter. I can’t help but take deep breaths to inhale more of her scent. I


    try not to be too obvious about it. She smells… anxious mostly. Well now I feel


    kind of bad. Did I overreact?


    “Well Bemy, now I have some questions for you.” She says primly, interrupting my thoughts. Wait


    what? I came here to get answers, not give them. She can’t just demand answers from me like…


    well… like I did. Damnit.


    “Wow, calm down would you. I’m not asking anything difficult, at least it shouldn’t be.” Sheins


    and hesitantly, I nod for her to continue.