Strings of Fate
I don’t want to be a liar.
I hold my right hand up, palm towards the sky. Bellamy uncorks the potion bottle and gives it back to me. I hold my breath as I pour it slowly over my hand. It’s so quiet in our circle that I suspect I am not the only person holding my breath. The spell looks pink on my hand and it is a much thicker consistency than I thought. More like custard than water. I was almost right about it glittering, but it’s not glitter, it’s more like tiny sparks. I pour the entire bottle over my hand, strangely none of it ends up on the floor, even though there is far more in the bottle than I should be able to reasonably hold in my single hand. When the bottle is empty, Bellamy recl
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