All Chapters of Strings of Fate: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

"I intended my refusal to be angry, or at very least louder and more demanding. Instead it comes out almost as a plea. My heart is racing. What if he doesn’t stop? Incubi aren’t exactly known for their self control. Or for respecting boundaries. Harrison freezes in place and stares at me with a furrowed brow. It’s like he doesn’t understand what just happened. I suppose he isn’t used to being rejected. I doubt it happens to him all that often. At least not when he’s making an effort and blasting people with his magic the way he is with me. His grip on me softens and I know he’s about to release me when my phone starts to ring loudly. He tightens his grip again for half a second then releases me entirely. I step away to check my phone, trying to shake off the tight feeling in my stomach and the part of me that regrets leaving his arms.A glance at my phone tells me it’s my mother calling. Ugh. Dealing with her is hard enough, I’m not doing it in front of Harrison. I decline the call. I

"I am surprised to find that Harrison is actually not a bad assistant. He listens well enough that I never have to repeat my directions more than once. He seems to be aware enough to not stand in my way when I move around and he even tidies up any spills I make along the way without being asked. I don’t even mind his stream of questions at each stage of the process. For once he remains totally serious, not trying to flirt or make any kind of innuendo the entire time we work. It actually seems like he might be genuinely interested in what I’m doing. I try to imagine my grandmother’s reaction if she knew I was making a potion in front of a non-coven member. Somehow it makes the entire experience more entertaining and Harrison’s impressed exclamations every time I imbue the potion with magic and it changes colour or some ingredient dissolves away into it is far more satisfying than I would be willing to admit out loud. We work quickly, but by the time we finish I’m surprised to find that

"Not long later, I am invited to a big dinner party at the Alpha’s home with all their friends and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I don’t think I have ever been invited to a dinner party before. I end up a little nervous, so when I ask Cora if she wants to swap shifts with me so that I can go, I ask for her advice.“Is there anything special I need to do for the party?” I ask. Cora smiles.“Most people bring a dish or a desert to share. Or an alcoholic drink so I would advise you to go down that route. Do you know what they like?” She asks. I nod eagerly. “I think so! And I have a few ideas for special drinks for them too.” I run to my workroom to mix up the special drinks. I create more of the catnip infused booze I fed to Bellamy last time, but I halve the strength. He should at least be able to finish a full drink before becoming so relaxed that he starts groping his girlfriend in front of all their guests. I also include a drink that I designed for Harrison. I’ve noticed that he do

"I didn’t expect that Harry would come into the bar tonight, as hungover as I expect he is. But like clockwork, he appears mid afternoon at the time I generally start my shift and stumbles his way to his usual seat. I’m the only one working tonight since I traded shifts with Cora and my other bartender called off sick. I don’t mind. It’s a Monday so I doubt it’ll be TOO busy.“You look terrible.” I greet him with a smile. I’m also lying. He might look a little tired, his hair is messier than usual and he’s a little less put together, but in no way does he look bad. If anything he looks more approachable. I am clearly not the only one who thinks so because a group of women out for after work drinks or a late lunch or something have been eying him since he came in and they giggle every time I glance their way. Harry groans and runs a hand through his hair.“I feel like I was hit with a truck. What did you put in that drink of yours? It was fun but I feel like shit. I’m not sure I should

"Camille, I was told I would find you here.” His tone is a mixture of pity and disgust combined with a disturbing amount of entitlement. Like I’m the one inconveniencing him by forcing him to come to my workplace to find me. I have avoided him at every chance I’ve had after blatantly rejecting him last time he was in town before leaving my coven’s home. That’s not just ignoring a hint, that’s ignoring a giant neon sign written in caps which says to eff off! Why is he here? Is he stalking me now? What business could he possibly still have with me?“This is where I work, Simon. What are you doing here? How did you know I would be here?” I demand rudely. Simon laughs like I’ve said something hilarious.“Your grandmother told me about this place. Since you’ve missed our last few meetings because you were so busy here I thought I might as well indulge you and come see what the big deal is. Your mother told me that you refused to miss work, although I don’t know why. It’s not like you have