Bellamy and I are the first to join the call. I stare at the black screen anxiously, constantly checking and rechecking that the camera is on properly and the microphone has sound. Bellamy gently places a hand over my knee to stop me from bouncing my leg anxiously. I have so many questions, I don’t even know what to ask first. About Kiara’s magic? About theirs? My own? What if they don’t know anything, or what if they DO? I find myself leaning into Bellamy’s shoulder. I feel kind of nauseous. Maybe I should have sat on his lap after all, at least then he could support me if I pass out. I’m actually holding my breath when the first person joins the call. It’s an older man, maybe in his sixties. He has a huge moustache and not a lot of hair. Honestly he kind of looks like a cartoon character. The thought makes me crack a smile and I start breathing again.“Well hello there young lady. You too lad. I’m Collin Demy, you can call me Collin” His voice is gruff, but he seems nice.

“A woman with unusual whitish eyes who knows about a person’s future relationships. That does sound familiar now, doesn’t it?” Bellamy says pointedly.“Yeah, but I’m no goddess.” I remind him. He shrugs.“I’d believe it.” He says sweetly and I roll my eyes. “Thanks, but no.” I say with a laugh. “You two are adorable.” Addie comments. She is resting her chin in her hands and watching us dreamily. Okay, now I feel a little weird. “There’s more to the journal entry if you’re all ready to hear it.” Collin says mildly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.” I apologise. He waves a hand accepting my apology then holds the book up, clearly eager to read us more. I apologised to the goddess and begged for her forgiveness. She assured me that as long as I fulfilled my duties and made things right that there would be no lasting consequences. I could not help but tell her that it was unfair. That I could see a person’s life but not know who I was meant to love unti

After sending off the email to Shelly giving her my number to share around, I decided I needed a break because between the email, the phone call and my nightmare visions, I’m exhausted and completely overwhelmed. Bellamy sends me up to bed. He does offer to come lie down with me but I can tell he has stuff he needs to get done, I’ve seen his inbox and he has like ten unread messages on his phone. I convince him to stay and do something productive. I doubt he will stay away for long, he hasn’t really let me out of his sight in days. I probably have an hour tops before he comes looking for me. I lie in the bed, but it feels oversized. Probably because I’m by myself, usually Bellamy is crowding me, or I’m clinging to him. I suppose I’ve gotten used to it. I close my eyes and try to sleep. I toss and turn for about half an hour before I give up and decide to try meditating again instead. I’m very high strung right now though so I don’t expect I’ll have much success. I start with my brea

Uh, hi? Late for what?” I ask, a little confused. Did we make plans that I’m not aware of? I look at Bellamy to see if he knows what’s going on but he’s just as confused as me. Cam shrugs at my confusion.“Friend of yours?” She asks. I nod. “In that case. Hey, I’m Camille. You can call me Cam.” She greets her. Amber nods.“I know. I’m Amber. I used to be Ryann’s boss. Now I’m just here for the show.” She introduces herself with a wink. Cam seems delighted. “Lovely, I can get behind that. Let me get you a drink.” She dashes off. “Amber? Not that I’m not glad to see you, and I know HOW you know to be here, I was just wondering why?” I question. “Well, I missed out on drinks and meeting people last time. I didn’t want to miss out again.” She explains. So she’s here to meet Cam? It doesn’t take long for Cam to return with another drink for Amber. Her drink is as unnaturally bright red as her hair and it looks… fizzy?“Perfect, my favourite.” Amber beams.

Bellamy and I end up giving Amber a ride home. She is apparently only a few minutes out of our way. After we make sure she is safely inside we drive towards home.“I’m not sure if I feel guilty leaving Cam behind with Harry to pester her. I mean he does it every night anyway but still… he’s gotten into the back room once and he was waaaay too fascinated by everything back there. She’s going to have a hell of a time trying to keep him out now.” I point out. Not sure if I feel guilty or amused. Bellamy shrugs. “You did say they’re meant for each other right? It’s likely that she doesn’t dislike him as much as she says she does.” He suggests. “True. Or she does and in that case he probably needs the extra time with her to win her over. Well, whatever. Cam can handle Harry. If he gets too annoying she can just spell him again.” I joke. Bellamy looks just a little too pleased with that idea. We’re just pulling up in front of the house when my phone chimes. COCK TA