Page 88 of Charmed, I'm Sure
She whirls around, practically breathing fire already as her anger slams into me through our bond. Shit, I’ve got to tell her about that. We haven’t had any chance to really discuss what being bonded means.
“What?” she snaps.
“What are you so worried about? So what if people find out that you claimed me? Why is that something to storm after a crow about?”
“Because…”
I hook an eyebrow up, waiting for her to elaborate, but she doesn’t. Instead, she throws her hands down and begins pacing back and forth again. She’s mumbling under her breath, and I can feel the anxiety flowing through her.
“Talk to me, Bellamy. I can’t help you if I don’t understand what is happening.”
“It’s just that…I’ve never…What if people…” She’s not finishing any of her sentences, just starting and stopping before completing the thought.
I grasp her by the shoulders, pulling her to a stop in front of me. “Come talk to me,” I say as I guide her over to the living room, which thankfully is right near the front door. The couch is littered with my books and notes I’ve been taking in an attempt to learn everything I could about the witch lifestyle.
I swipe everything off the couch and onto the floor, praying to the Moon Goddess that she didn’t see it, but of course I can’t be that lucky.
However, it is what pulls her out of whatever was causing her to spiral. She chuckles behind me as I slowly turn back around to face her. My face is burning with embarrassment. I can feel the blush spreading.
“Don’t pay attention to that; it’s nothing.” I say quickly. Hoping she doesn’t want to discuss it any further.
“Oh no, we won’t be skipping the copy of Witch 101 and How to Win Her Over as if they weren’t sitting on your couch or that they already looked well loved.” She smirks as she sits down on the cushion, waiting for me.
I heave a sigh as I drop onto the seat next to her. “We should talk about yours first.”
She shakes her head slowly, a damn evil smile across her face. “Nah, uh. Spill it, Dog Boy.”
Ugh. “Fine. But we will circle back to whatever that was.” I swirl my finger around towards the door. She nods once, but doesn’t say a word.
“I’ve always known that I had a fated mate in the world, as I’m sure you are aware. But throughout my entire life growing up, I felt sort of drawn away from Jasper. Like, not really sure where, but this feeling that I needed to leave to find it. When I turned eighteen, I started searching because, as a wolf once we’re an adult, the draw to our mate is stronger. It took me years to find this place, lots of hopeless nights, and feeling as if I was crazy until one night an ad popped up. That’s all it took. I had to believe that thefates were finally shining down on me and I’d finally find my mate.”
Bellamy nods along, not saying anything.
Bellamy’s knee bounces as she listens intently to what I’m saying. Before she finally huffs as she shakes out her hands. “So what you’re saying is you’ve felt a pull to here, all along. Followed it to the other side of the continent, alone, in hopes of finding me?”
“Well, yes,” I admit with hesitation. “Not necessarily you, because I obviously didn’t know you. But, my mate. Which is why I can confidently say I’ve known since the second I laid eyes on you.”
Her expression softens, her sharp edges rounding just a bit more, until her snark slams back into place, reminding me that it’s always going to be here. “That’s either the creepiest thing I’ve heard or the most romantic. Going to need to decide on that one.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s definitely the most romantic. So, yeah, the books were to help me understand you better and hopefully win you over. So glad I read them.”
She chuckles, but it’s not out of humor. “You think you’ve won me over?”
There’s a loud pop and Matilda appears on the couch next to us.
Her cigarette smoke billows above her as she puffs on her ghost cig. Today’s outfit is different from all the rest and I’ve determined at this point ghosts can change them.
“Of course he’s won you over dear. Don’t pretend he hasn’t,” Matilda says with a wink.
“Matilda it’s rude to pop into people’s houses without an invitation,” Bellamy says as she swats her hand in front of her face.
“Well dear, I don’t have to follow any rules…” Matilda leans forward, peering around Bellamy to my mark glowing faintly across my chest. My bare chest since I was home and just out of bed.
She claps her hands together. “Oh, now that isn’t something you see everyday!”
Before we can stop her, she pops out of existence again and Bellamy drops back onto the couch groaning loudly.
I curl my fingers into her hair. “So you going to tell me now why it’s such a problem?”