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.


11. Chapter Ten: Leo

WHEN I WAS back at the hotel my phone rang and I answered it absentmindedly without looking at the screen, my lips drawn into a smirk that Chelsea had called me so soon.

“Hello?” My voice was pure silk as I leaned against the window. It was dark outside except for the lights from the restaurants and lights around the lake.

“Hello, Leo,” a sultry voice replied.

I groaned. It was Lucy. Served me right for being so damn cocky.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

“That’s no way to speak to a lady.”

“You’re not a lady. I told you to stop calling me.” If Harry had broken his word and told Lucy where I was then I was going to kill him.

Her voice a purr, Lucy said, “I miss you. I want to see you.”

“I told you, we’re over. I never want to see you again.”

I could just imagine Lucy’s pout as she replied, “You don’t mean that. We were good together, Leo. I love you.”

Rubbing my face, I sighed. “It was a mistake, Lucy. It didn’t mean anything to me.”

Lucy had known when we’d hooked up that I hadn’t been looking for anything permanent and despite the fact that we weren’t soul mates she wanted to be with me.

“If this is because the Ánuims didn’t appear then it doesn’t matter, Leo – you know I don’t believe in that soul mate crap. We’re meant to be together and you know it.”

I debated briefly whether to tell Lucy that I’d found my soul mate but that would cause more trouble than it was worth.

“Don’t call me again,” I growled before hanging up.

Resting my forehead on the cool glass I wished that I’d never met Lucy and vowed to check who was calling before I next answered my phone.



“Dude, Lucy’s being a complete bitch. What did you say to her?”

“Nothing I haven’t said before,” I grumbled, staring up at the ceiling as I settled onto the mattress.

“She won’t leave the house.” Harry sounded annoyed.

Running a hand through my hair, I replied, “Well she does have a right to be there.”

The house was where our sect, which Lucy was unfortunately part of, lived.

“It still sucks, man,” Harry complained.

“I know and I’m sorry but you know she only does what she wants to.”

“Maybe I’ll tell Slade.”

I arched an eyebrow and gave a small laugh. “No you won’t – he scares the shit out of you.”

Slade was the leader of our sect and only visited us when he needed something doing. The disfiguring scar on his face was the reason Harry didn’t like him as well as the fact that Slade wasn’t above using force to get what he wanted. I had been surprised when Slade had allowed me to leave London to seek revenge on my parents’ murderers – usually he didn’t like us going too far from the city.

“Yeah well maybe I will. If she stays much longer I might end up killing her anyway. Made any progress with that Chelsea chick?”

“I went to her house for dinner last night.”

“That must have been fun dining with the people that killed your parents,” Harry said.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah real fun. They treated Chelsea like a slave.”

“She’ll definitely come crawling to you then – she’s a damsel in distress and you’re her knight in shining armour. Chicks love that.”

I laughed, saying, “How would you know that?”

“I just do okay. Now hurry up and come home before I strangle your ex.”



Chelsea didn’t call that day or the next. She also didn’t leave the house. Becoming concerned because I’d seen how her parents treated her, I crept up to the kitchen window at a time that I knew her father at least would be out. The kitchen looked out onto a small back garden and I carefully peered into the house. Chelsea was chopping vegetables with her hair drawn back in a long braid but some strands had escaped and were in her face. It was when she lifted her head to brush the hairs back that she noticed me. She immediately stilled and her mouth dropped open.

Prising the window open an inch, she hissed, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay – you didn’t call me.”

“That’s because I don’t have a mobile and I can’t use the home phone because they’ll know,” she replied, words quiet.

“Is your mum home?”

Chelsea shook her head. “No but she’ll probably be back soon – they don’t like leaving me alone since . . .” Trailing off she glanced down at her Ánuims.

“Are they forcing you to stay inside?” My voice lowered in anger and my hands clenched into fists. When Chelsea didn’t answer, I said, “Come with me.” I had spoken before thinking and was surprised to find how much I genuinely wanted to help her.

She looked up, startled. “What?”

“They may be your parents but they treat you badly – why would you want to stay? Come to the hotel with me.”

Chelsea was silent for a while. Eventually she sighed. “Of course I would have left by now if I could, but I can’t – I literally cannot leave the house.”

Frowning, I asked, “They put a spell on you so that you can’t leave?”

Tears filled her eyes as she nodded. “I’m stuck here; just like I’ve always been.” Chelsea turned back to the vegetables. “You should go.” She looked like she was in pain and an ache filled me.

“I’ll be back. I’ll find a way to break the spell. I promise.”

“Goodbye, Leo,” Chelsea whispered, tears now falling free.

I strode away from the house that was my soul mate’s prison vowing to make her parents suffer for not just my parents’ deaths but for their cruelty to their daughter.


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