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.


15. Chapter Fourteen: Leo

I WAS GOING to kill Harry.

After all I’d done to try and make Chelsea feel safe he’d had to go and say something stupid. Glaring at my idiot best friend, I could see Chelsea’s startled face in my peripheral vision. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she squeaked.

I pointed to a door across the hallway and she practically ran over to it before locking herself inside. Growling, I grabbed Harry by the collar and slammed him up against the wall.

“What the hell did you do that for?”

“What?” Harry winced in pain when I tightened my grip on him.

“Why did you say that? Are you completely brain dead? I told you what Chelsea’s parents did to her and then you have to go and say ‘welcome to hell’. Jesus, Harry!”

Releasing him, I exhaled and ran a hand through my hair.

“Sorry, man, I didn’t think,” Harry apologised.

“You never do.” I sighed.

Chelsea was still in the bathroom so I knocked on Phoebe’s door.

“Hey, Phoebes, can I come in?”

Hearing a mumbled reply, I opened the door and stepped inside. Phoebe was sat on the floor, her legs crossed, with a small cauldron in front of her. Her shoulder-length black hair was tied back in its usual ponytail and she was crushing green leaves using a mortar and pestle.

“Hey, Leo.” She glanced up at me for a moment before returning her attention to her work. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“Yeah things didn’t work out as I’d planned. I owe you for the sunstones and the potion. Thanks, Phoebe.” I tilted my head at the sound of talking out in the hallway. Hopefully Harry was apologising to Chelsea.

“Yes you do owe me,” she replied with a smile. “What’s her name?”


“Your soul mate.”

“How did you . . . Never mind.” Phoebe always seemed to know things without being told them.  Then again maybe she’d noticed my Ánuims. “I’ll introduce you.”

Chelsea was actually laughing when I returned to the hallway. The sound was music to my ears.

“Mind if I have Chelsea for a moment?” I asked Harry, who was far too close to Chelsea for comfort.

“Of course.” He grinned. “She’s all yours[J1] .”



Chelsea met Phoebe and her brother Toby who was the oldest out of all of us but also the quietest. He had dark hair like his sister and was tall and gangly. Toby spent most of his time reading or drawing in his room. With his thick-frames glasses he was as geeky as he looked.

It was soon dinner time and seeing as it was Phoebe’s turn to cook we were served a delicious curry so spicy it made your eyes and nose run. Everyone was sat around the long wooden dining table except Lucy, who was away seeing some friends for a few days – luckily for me – and Slade who never ate with us. Chelsea was sat opposite me, her face as red as her hair, but despite her obvious struggle with the spiciness of the food Chelsea seemed to be enjoying herself. Feeling me watching her, Chelsea glanced up and gave me a small smile. An elbow knocked me in the ribs, demanding my attention. Harry was watching me with an eyebrow raised.

“What?” I picked up some naan bread and, after tearing it in half, I offered Chelsea a piece which she accepted.

“Nothing,” Harry replied, his voice smug. “I just can’t wait for Lucy to get back.”

Rolling my eyes, I mopped up the leftover curry sauce on my plate with bread. “Don’t be a dick.”

“I may record the reunion and post it on YouTube. How many hits do you think it’ll get?” He chuckled.

“How painful do you think me using you as a punch bag would be?”

Harry snorted. “Sorry, Leo, but Lucy is way scarier than you.”

I had to agree with him there. Lucy could go ape-shit at the tiniest of things. Everyone tended to leave the house or lock themselves in their rooms when that happened. I wondered again how I’d been so stupid to sleep with her not just once but several times especially when I knew how she felt about me. I’d definitely been thinking with something other than my head. Even Harry hadn’t been idiotic enough to get with her which was saying something. I’d definitely screwed up. I just hoped that Chelsea wouldn’t pay because of me – Lucy could be a vindictive cow when she wanted to.

I was drawn from my thoughts when someone removed my plate. It was Chelsea. I was reminded of the meal at her parent’s house as she helped Phoebe take the plates into the kitchen. They returned after a moment with bowls of chocolate cake and ice cream. Harry whooped in delight – Phoebe’s chocolate cake was a rare treat and was the best thing I’d ever tasted. I was glad to see that Chelsea had a bowl of her own. Harry’s dessert was gone in the blink of an eye and he burped before stretching back in his seat.

“Pig,” I muttered.

Chelsea ate hers considerably slower, her eyes closing in contentment at every bite. My heart gave a twinge of sadness.

After dinner it was Toby’s turn to put the dirty plates in the dishwasher. Harry practically ran to the living room and switched on the TV, claiming it before anyone else could. Phoebe went back to her room which left Chelsea and I hovering by the table.

“Did you enjoy dinner?” I asked.

She smiled warmly. “It was the best meal I’ve ever had.”

There was a smudge of chocolate by Chelsea’s bottom lip. Without thinking I reached out and wiped it off. The contact of my skin on hers sent a shiver through my body. Despite not knowing much about her, the physical connection was there thanks to the Ánuims. I couldn’t help but consider how amazing it would feel to kiss Chelsea. A loud boom from the TV made her jump and I dropped my hand somewhat reluctantly.

“Is there anything you want to do?” I asked.

“I’m actually really tired. Would it be alright if I went to bed?”

“Of course. Do you have something to sleep in?”

“Phoebe has given me some pyjamas.”

“Take my bed,” I told her. “I can sleep on the sofa.”

“Okay, if you’re sure?” At my nod, she thanked me. “I’ll see you in the morning then. Goodnight, Leo.”

“’Night, Chelsea.” I waited until she had disappeared up the stairs before joining Harry in the living room. Glancing at the ceiling, I released a small sigh, disappointed that I was spending the rest of my evening with Harry and not Chelsea.



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