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.

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13. Chapter Twelve: Leo

“SO IT WORKED then?” Harry asked, leaning against the railing.

“Thankfully,” I muttered, casting a glance behind me into the hotel room where Chelsea was fast asleep. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. “I owe Phoebe big time. How did she get two sunstones on such short notice?”

Harry shrugged.  “No idea but it was lucky for you that she did.”

I touched the crystal that hung around my neck gratefully. If Chelsea’s parents attempted to track their daughter through me they would fail. They also wouldn’t be able to hurt me.

“Yes it was lucky.” The image of the drugs on Chelsea’s bed filled my mind. If I had gotten there an hour later I might have been too late. Overwhelmed with anger and sadness that Chelsea had felt that suicide was the only option, I accidentally created a gust of wind that nearly blew Harry over the balcony.

“Whoa, chill dude. Everything’s cool. Your girl is safe and sound.” Once the wind had calmed down, he rearranged his messy blond hair, using the reflection of a window. When Harry was happy, he asked, “So what’s the plan now? You two coming to London?”

I nodded. “Yes. It’s sooner than I’d planned but I need to get Chelsea away from here.”

“Well, she doesn’t look like a little kid anymore,” Harry told me, peering inside.

Punching him on the arm, I growled threateningly. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Dude, I wouldn’t scam on your girl.” He held his hands up in a calm-down gesture. “I never steal anyone’s girlfriends.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Liar.”

Harry burst into a grin. “Okay so maybe once or twice but I would never do that to you. You’re my bestie, my wingman. And you know what they say, bros before hoes.”

Rolling my eyes, I asked, “When are you heading back?”

“Trying to get rid of me already?” He looked hurt and shook his head. “You’re so cruel to me. Gonna go soon – Slade wants me back pronto.”

“He was okay with you leaving to visit me?”

“He knew it was vital to your mission. Anyway, time’s ticking by and I can’t stand here yammering to you all night. See back home, Leo.”

After a brief man-hug, Harry left and I went inside. Chelsea had taken the bed at my insistence so I was left with the too-small, cream sofa. I lay on my side facing Chelsea and stared at her until I eventually fell asleep.

 

 

Chelsea was still asleep when I got up to have a shower the next morning. Her braid had come undone during the night and her long, red hair covered half of her face. My fingers twitched with the urge to brush it away but I forced myself not to. I showered and dressed quickly, knowing that time was of the essence – we had to leave Eastbridge as soon as possible.

My lips drew into a warm smile upon seeing that Chelsea was awake when I left the bathroom. She was sitting up, her hair hiding her face from view as she gazed down at her small hands.

“Good morning,” I said, making my way over to her.

Chelsea jumped and pulled at her sleeves nervously. “Good morning, Leo,” she murmured. Was she anxious about being alone with me?

“Did you sleep well?” I asked, resting on the edge of the bed.

“Yes thank you.” Chelsea met my eyes. “I can’t thank you enough for saving me.”

Smiling sadly, I replied, “I wish I could have gotten there sooner but I needed the vial and sunstones.” Withdrawing my necklace, I explained, “If I wear one then your parents won’t be able to track me through you.” Chelsea gripped her own sunstone tightly. “Don’t ever take it off, Chelsea. If you do they will find you.” She nodded and blinked as if fighting tears. “I won’t let them hurt you ever again. You have my word.”

She opened her mouth to say something but changed her mind and gave a small sigh instead. After a moment she asked, “What’s going to happen next?”

“We need to leave Eastbridge. You’re coming to London with me.”

Chelsea looked shocked but also excited. “Can I see my aunt before we go? Please, Leo, she’s been more of a family to me then my parents have.”

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. “Of course.”

 

 

An hour later, I parked the rental car I had hired under a false name outside a house with an overgrown garden. Chelsea was freshly showered and dressed in clothes that I had quickly bought from one of the shops near the hotel – I’d been so shocked by the sight of the paracetamol last night that I hadn’t thought to tell Chelsea to bring clothes with her, but she seemed to like the jeans, t-shirt, hoodie and shoes that I had chosen for her. I’d had no idea what underwear to buy but the shop assistant had been helpful.

“Do you mind if I come in?” I asked, turning off the engine and unbuckling my seatbelt. I didn’t want to let Chelsea out of my sight in case her parents had thought to come here.

“No, that’s fine,” Chelsea replied, already getting out of the car.

I followed her up the uneven path and inside the rundown house.

“Aunt Lindsay?” she called, moving through the rooms.

A hand touched my shoulder and I turned to face a woman wearing a stained nightdress with short hair that it looked like she’d cut herself.

“Chelsea, who is this?”

Visibly relieved, Chelsea hurried past me and hugged the woman tightly. “Aunt Lindsay, this is Leo.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I held out a hand for her to shake.

Lindsay’s eyes narrowed at the sight of my Ánuims. Ignoring me, she spoke to her niece, grabbing her hands and squeezing them tightly, “The gnomes, Chelsea, they sent him here.”

“No Aunt,” she said gently. “They didn’t. He’s my soul mate.”

Lindsay, as if hearing a noise, glanced behind herself. “Jack, he’s coming. Go fetch one of his books, dear.” She patted Chelsea’s hand before taking mine. “Come with me, Jack, I’ve got something to show you.”

Apologetic, Chelsea went to stop Lindsay but I shook my head. It was okay, I’d seen this before. The madness that came from losing your soul mate was cruel but not uncommon.

I let Lindsay pull me into what appeared to be the living room and we sat down on the ancient looking sofa. It appeared to be my turn to be gripped tightly because Lindsay’s nailed dug into my arm as she whispered, “Listen carefully, we don’t have much time.”

I blinked in surprise. Had she been pretending to be crazy to get me alone?

“You need to take Chelsea far away from here. My sister and her vile husband have controlled her for all this time because they want something she has and they can never have it.”

“What do they want?” I asked, my voice hushed.

“Chelsea’s power. With it they will be able to do unspeakable things.”

“But she doesn’t have her power yet.”

“She will,” Lindsay insisted animatedly. “Have you heard of the Aurora Prophecy that tells of a witch that will be more powerful than any other?”

“Yes but that’s just a myth.” I resisted the urge to laugh. Everyone knew that prophecies were bullshit.

“It is not. Chelsea is that witch.”

Wary now, I replied, “How do you know that?”

“Because I made the prophecy.” 

 

 

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