Strings of Fate
Cam 8- Jugs and jealousy
I have to fight the urge to bounce in ce and squeal. I can’t wait! I rush to assure Bemy that I will
keep my potions safe. I can’t believe they’re actually agreeing.
“Duh, of course. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Most of my potions are more of the silly prank. kind. Or
have medicinal uses at the request of E. It’s hard to get Shifter volunteers. I can test ones for
Witches on myself. Humans, well… pretty much every spell works on them and they’re simr enough
to Witches biologically that it doesn’t make much difference. It’s the Shifters, Vampires and other
physically different magics that I have trouble with. Although I’ve made a lot of progress with my
experiments on Incubitely.” I add as an afterthought. Harrison clears his throat loudly and crosses his
arms over his chest.
“Excuse me?” He demands indignantly.
“What?” I ask, as innocently as I can. It’s not like anyone will believe it but I may as well
mess with Harrison a little bit.
“Have you been experimenting with untested potions on me?” He asks. I’m fairly sure he’s pretending
he didn’t realise. Surely he didn’t think that I just happened to keep a potion. designed to make an
Incubus able to speak just sitting around. Right? Continuing the joke, I
answer him.
“Nah, I test them out on the other Incubus who follows me around. No big deal.” Weirdly, he seems
annoyed by this. Maybe he wanted me to confess to experimenting on him so that he can im I oweContent provided by N?velDrama.Org.
him. Or maybe he just doesn’t like to share his toys. Either way, it seems like I’ve finally found a way to
annoy him back. I could have some fun with this.
I trade details with Ryann and then the Alphas head off, taking their Oracle friend with them. Typically,
Harrison stays behind leaving the two of us alone in my workshop. I could go and work the bar, but I
already gave Cora the extra shift, so I might as well ta
the chance to get a start on the tracking spell. I don’t have the personal item from the girl to use just
yet, but I can start the base of the spell. It takes a little bit of time to prepare because it has to sit for a
while. I don’t even bother trying to chase Harrison out of my workroom. I doubt he would be willing to
leave anyway, Instead, I put him to work pulverging one of the ingredients with my mortar and pestle. I
sort of expect him to do a terrible job and that I’ll have to re–do it but to my surprise he is actually pretty
thorough. I use gin as a base (because why not) and start.
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“Who is the other Incubus you know?” He demands. Huh? Did he miss my sarcasm? Sure I’ve seen
other Incubi around but I’ve never even talked to one other than him. Actually, from what I understand
most Incubi aren’t big on talking at all. At least not the ones who hang out in bars. Taking my silence as
a refusal, he pushes on.
“Seriously, who? Was it Raven? Or Zach? If it was Robert I should warn you that he doesn’t see any
problem with lying to women if it gets him what he wants. I don’t know if there are any other Incubi in
town right now, I mean it’s not like I know them all anyway. Is it someone I know?” He rants on and I
keep my face nk and my eyes focussed on the ingredients I’m mixing. I have to use my grimoire to
get the right measurements. This isn’t a spell I’ve made before.
“Uh, no. I don’t know any of those guys.” I answer absently. He narrows his eyes at me, suspiciously.
“You’re lying to me, aren’t you. I don’t think you actually are friends with another Incubus. It don’t know
another Incubus that would be willing to h
just friends with a woman if I’mpletely honest.” He grumbles. I roll my eyes.
“You’re making a lot of assumptions about my rtionship. Who even said that we are just friends? I’m
not a nun you know.” I point out. Okay, so maybe I’m pushing it a little. But I can’t believe he’s actually
buying it. I’m also a little offended that he is just assuming that no other Incubus would b
interested in me. I’m not perfect, but I’ve never considered myself unattractive. I get hit on while
working the bar all the time. Is it really so unbelievable that
omeone else
might want me?
For a moment I think I might have actually seeded at pissing Harrison off. His expressions darkens
and he seems super tense. Then as soon as it canìe, the tension drains from him and the expression
changes to azy smile. Before I can so much as blink, he reaches out and snatches my jug of half
completed potion base.
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“Hey! Don’t mess with that!” I object angrily. He just shrugs and puts it back down. But not
het
directly in front of me where he took it from. Instead he ces it carefully on the end of the table and
stands right in front of it. Blocking me from it with his own body. With a re, I step closer and try to
reach around him to grab it and in a smooth motion, Harrison grabs my elbow and yanks it gently
causing me to stumble and fall against him. He catches me and steadies me with a hand on my waist.
His other hand still holding my elbow. I give a gentle tug but he doesn’t let go. I don’t bother trying to
fight my way to freedom. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I just re up at him in annoyance. And I do
mean up at him. He’s fairly tall and I am quite short. My head barely reaches his chest. A problem
which he quickly remedies by leaning back against my workbench, perching lightly and lowering
himself so that he’s closer to my own height. I do my best to keep my voice steady, something which
has be. increasingly difficult when confronted with his gorgeous blue eyes.
“What are you doing Harrison?” I ask mildly. He smiles at me mischievously.
“You said you aren’t a nun. I’m just testing that theory.” He responds. Huh, what the hell is that
supposed to mean? He moves the tiniest bit closer and I feel another rush of his magic- which causes
me to shiver. Oh shit. He’s about to kiss me. I can’t allow that. If he kisses me I
don’t know that I would have the strength to stop him from going further.
“No.”