Bound By Magic

Chelsea Jamison would love to be a normal girl and go to university like everyone else her age but she can’t. Her controlling parents keep her at home under their watchful eyes waiting for the moment that her powers awaken.
Leo West came to Eastbridge with only one thing on his mind. Revenge. Revenge on the people that murdered his parents.
One touch and their lives are changed forever.
Will Chelsea be able to control her powers? Can they learn to love a stranger? Or will dark secrets tear them apart?

Cover by Zillah Designs.


5. Chapter Four: Leo

“AS USUAL YOUR timing is perfect, Harry,” I said sarcastically into my phone once I had decided to answer the incoming call.

“Why, are you with the redhead?” he asked with a chuckle.

I glanced at the house across the street. “No, I’m gathering intel.”

Laughing, he replied, “Which is your way of saying that you’re stalking her. So have you met her yet?”

I shifted where I was crouching uncomfortably behind a hedge, wondering if I should tell Harry the truth. He was my best friend but he had a tendency to talk too much and I didn’t want word getting out that Chelsea was my soul mate.

Interpreting my silence as a yes, Harry cried in a girly voice, “Oh spill! I want all the details!” Then with a laugh, he said, “Seriously man, what happened? Does she still look like a twelve year old?”

“That school photo is several years old, dumbass, of course she doesn’t look like a twelve year old anymore.” I sighed, keeping my eyes fixed on the house for any movement. “I accidentally bumped into her.”

“Accidentally?” Harry snorted.



“And nothing.”

He sounded sceptical. “Nothing at all happened? You bumped into her and just walked away?”

“No, I apologised and then we went opposite ways,” I muttered, scratching my neck absently.

“Hmm well the next time you see her you could offer to buy her a drink as an apology,” Harry suggested.

“Oh my God, Harry, did you just have a good idea?” I gasped. “I need to sit down.”

“Shut up asshole. I’ve tried it out before, it works.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You walked into a girl so that you could buy her a drink to say sorry?”

“Yep.” Harry sounded so pleased with himself that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Did it work?”

“Yes it did.”

“Did you hear from the girl again?”

“Ah that would be a no.” I snorted and Harry swore at me. Then almost gleefully, he said, “Lucy is back in the city.”

It was my turn to swear. “Why?” I asked through gritted teeth. My legs were starting to cramp so I sat down on the ground and rubbed my sore muscles with my free hand.

“Who knows but she wanted to see you.”

Fantastic. “If you told her where I am . . .” I threatened menacingly.

“Leo,” he said, hurt. “You made me promise not to tell anyone where you were going and I’m not going to, especially Loopy Lucy.”

Rubbing my face, I exhaled slowly. “Good.” The sound of a door opening and closing caught my attention and I watched as Chelsea made her way down the drive and hurried along the road. I got to my feet, cursing at the pain in my legs as I followed after her at a safe distance.

“So what should I tell Lucy then?”

Ignoring Harry, I focused on Chelsea. She was wearing jeans and a white shirt and seemed to be in a rush. I had to increase the length of my stride to keep up with her. Chelsea was clutching something to her chest but I couldn’t see what it was.

“Hello? Earth to Leo.”

“Now’s not a good time, Harry.” I hung up before he could protest and shoved my mobile in my pocket.

I tried not to get too close to Chelsea as she weaved her way through several side streets. Seeing as the first time we had met she had been at the waterfront, I presumed that was Chelsea’s destination but she didn’t stop when we reached it. I was following her swinging red braid around a corner when a blonde, middle-aged woman suddenly fell into my arms.

“Oh, please excuse me,” she apologised, gripping my arm tightly. The heel had come off one of her shoes. The woman pressed herself closer to me. “I’m so sorry about falling on you.” She gave a giggle and batted her eyelashes at me. “Thank goodness you were there to catch me.”

Craning my head around her over-styled hair, I attempted to find where Chelsea had gone but couldn’t see her anywhere. Annoyed, I resisted the urge to glare at the woman who was still holding onto my arm.

“I’m Penelope Greene. You can call me Penny.” She was now holding both shoes in her hands.

“Leo Webb,” I replied, giving a false surname.

“Well, Leo, let me buy you a drink to apologise.” Wait. Had she broken her heel on purpose? She’d just done a Harry on me. Penny smiled seductively. “Or if you’re hungry we can get something to eat.”

Chelsea was probably long gone by now and Penny might be able to give me some information. “Sure,” I replied. “I could eat.”



“So, Leo,” Penny said, leaning across the table and giving me a good view of her cleavage. “I haven’t seen you around Eastbridge before. Are you just visiting?”

Amused at her attempt to draw my attention lower, I answered, “Yes and I’m not sure how long I’m going to be here.”

“Well.” Reaching across the table, Penny stroked my wrist. “If you get lonely we can have some fun together.”

I nearly choked on my coffee. “Excuse me?” Her hand was suddenly on my thigh and she licked her lips. Noticing the wedding ring on her finger, I said, “You are spoken for, as am I.”

Penny’s eyes went to my Ánuims. She removed her hand from my person and tossed her hair over her shoulder, saying, “My husband understands that he can’t give me everything I need.” An Ánuims appeared on Penny’s arm before slowly fading away. She was a witch – good then she might have information that could be useful. “Will you be at the next Gathering?”

“Where are they held?” I asked, chewing on some toast.

“In a hall at the edge of town, away from all the non-magicals.”

Pretending to be uninterested, I replied, “When’s the next meeting?”

“They’re every Sunday. You should bring your partner along.” Penny gave a pout.

“I don’t actually know who she is.”

Her over-plucked eyebrows pulled into a frown. “What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t looking where I was going and walked into a young woman. Our skin touched and the Ánuims formed and then she ran away. I don’t suppose you know her? She looked about eighteen, had average height and long, red hair in a braid.”

Penny gasped and her blue eyes widened in shock. “Chelsea Jamison. Your soul mate is Chelsea Jamison?” Her voice had gone up several octaves and a passing waitress gave Penny a funny look.

“So you do know her?” I asked with a smile.

Falling back against her chair, Penny nodded speechless. Once she had regained her composure, she said, “How can that freak be your soul mate? If only you’d met my daughter Marissa first . . .”

“Freak?” I narrowed my eyes.

With a smirk Penny took a sip of her cappuccino. “Yes, Chelsea hasn’t come into her power yet. Unlike my Marissa who got her power when she was thirteen,” she informed me smugly. “If I were you I would leave Eastbridge.”

“Why is that?” I asked distractedly. How could Chelsea not have her power at eighteen? It was unheard of; all powers usually emerged between the ages of fourteen and sixteen.

Penny folded her arms across her voluptuous chest. “Nothing you can do or say is going to convince Chelsea’s parents to let their daughter out of their grasp.”



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