Semua Bab Bound By Magic Or Fate? ( book one): Bab 11 - Bab 20

Alaric walks through his front door and sits down at the table, his head falling forward in sorrow. Why did he have to kiss her back? Why did she have to kiss him?“Well?”He doesn’t even bother to look at Gwenael. He already knows he’s in trouble, even though Gwenael’s only said one word.“You saw it for yourself, her parents were Depraysie. No-one has seen any of that bloodline since Celestia and Elwin were turned. They weren’t even from this country. Do you understand what this means?”He does. If she is indeed their daughter, he dreads to think what would happen. If anyone knew she was a Depraysie it would create an all-out war.“You should have walked away once she was safely at home, not pushed and poked her into wanting to know her family. She’s right, Alaric, no good can come from her knowing. Yes, she could unlock her powers and be one of the strongest witches around, but at what

A light tapping on the door prompts her to walk over to it, her head staying down as she now realizes she can’t just pretend she doesn’t know about her parents, her hand opens the door. Slowly her eyes peer up and see Alaric.“Sorry, I just thought I should come back and apologise for been an idiot. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”Olivia nods, fighting back the tears that threaten to escape her chest. She moves to the side, giving him space to enter.“I’m sorry for how I reacted. I shouldn’t have laughed or ridiculed you.” Olivia smiles slightly; if he knew her parents she shouldn’t be running from him or pushing him away. “Can I get you a drink and we talk?” She needs to know the truth, and then she can move on.“Sure. I’ll just take a coffee.”Olivia walks to the kitchen while Alaric moves around the living room, finally deciding to sit on the cha

Alaric watches her. Maybe- it probably won’t work, but- maybe he could try and give her the images he’d seen during their kiss? Walking over to her, his hands grasp her head just like Gwenael had done and he tries forcing those images from that brief kiss into her mind. She could maybe see her parents, or spot something else that he might have missed.He feels her body start to shake under his touch and he lets go of her, worried she’s not strong enough yet. He sits down across the room to wait until she wakes. Maybe she’ll come to see by herself? An hour passes as he watches her sleep, her body jerking slightly every now and again but nothing serious enough for him to worry.Meanwhile, while Olivia sleeps, her mind screams at her as she tries to fight back the images and hide them. Her mind is not yet ready to accept the truth, though for some reason something is forcing the pictures into her mind. A cry escapes from inside her as she sees a wo

Willow opens the front door, her mouth stretching into a gentle smile when she sees it’s Alaric again. Her face flushes as she remembers what had happened earlier that day. She lets him in, shutting the door behind him and watching as he wanders in the direction of the kitchen. “Food is in the oven, I already ate.” He nods, glancing at her. If he’ here, things will change. Everything will change, and he will fall for her over and over, so why doesn’t he just accept it? Stop fighting it and just go with it and hope for the best? “Oh, screw it,” he says and crosses the room in long, deliberate strides, crowding Willow against the door with strong hands grasping her hips. He covers her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp and pressing his body against hers, hands sliding inside her waistband and untucking her shirt. . Willow stays frozen with confusion as his mouth trails down to her neck. Her body relaxes slightly when his hands wrap under her thighs and lift her up, Willow’s legs wrap

“I’m going to see if we can find out anything else, Willow; see if there is a story.” Her words are quiet. Willow simply nods and closes her eyes, hearing the women speak in tongues she doesn’t comprehend, yet for some reason today she feels the power behind the words they say even if the meaning isn’t understood.An image flashes through her mind of her mother crying; holding Willow tight in her arms with her face a picture of torture and sadness. It is as if she has already lost Willow, despite having her right there. As soon as Willow begins to understand the image, it disappears and there are a few seconds of darkness before another image appears. Her eyes snap open, Camille smiling slightly at her.“Not all the memories will be yours, Willow. Your parents put some images in your mind from their own memories so you would be able to unde