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“Which side of your family is the witch?”

“My dad. My mum’s a hunter.”

“Is she? Which family?”

“Her maiden name was Shore.”

“She’s a Shadow. Now that is interesting,” he murmured. “Shadows are powerful magic users. So you have magic from both sides. That would explain it.”

“Oh.”

“Right, I want you to try and tell me something with your mind.”

“Like what?”

“Anything at all. It might be easier to send a picture than words.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before thinking of an image from when Elandra had come to stay.

So you’ve met Ellie, Lucius’ voice said in her mind.

Yes, she tried to reply.

“I can hear you loud and clear. Which would be odd, but not with your ancestry in mind.”

“So I’m a freak?”

He thought for a moment. “In a good way.”

Beth couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, thanks, Lucius.”

He grinned back.

“Last night, you mentioned ‘Fatethreads’. What are they?” she asked.

“I’ll show you.” He held his hands up. “Take my hands.” After a moment, she did as he said. “And close your eyes.”

She closed her eyes as he did. She felt the palms of his hand heat up and she almost opened her eyes to see why but didn’t. When she was informed she could open her eyes, she gasped.

All around her were swirling lines, overlapping each other at certain points, some lines twirling around together until they ended. All the lines were different colours and different shades.

“Fatethreads,” Lucius said simply, gesturing to the lines.

“How... What...” Beth said, unable to form a sentence.

“They’re lines of Fate. Where they twirl together shows you a bond, whether through friendship or love.”

“And where they end?” she asked.

“Death.”

“Oh.” Beth thought for a minute, looking around. “Could I see mine?”

Lucius shook his head. “You can’t see your own Thread.”

“What about Robert’s?”

He shook his head again. “Yours and his are too closely linked.”

“You’ve seen them?”

“I told you the other night that I’d seen your Fatethread and was stopping it from happening.”

“You also said that you were allowed to meddle,” Beth stated, raising an eyebrow.

“I did,” he agreed without elaborating further.

“Care to tell me why?”

“I’m allowed to meddle with things that will influence my own future further down the line. I’m allowed to change things indirectly, not directly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I could tell you not to do something, but I wouldn’t be able to physically stop you.”

“Do you do that a lot?” she asked, looking around at the moving Threads.

“As I said, only when it involves me.”

“So you’re going to play a part in my future?” she said, turning back to him.

“It would seem so.” A slight smile played on his lips.

The End

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