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.


3. Chapter Two: Leo

ONCE I HAD booked into the hotel I decided to make the most of the good weather and headed down to the lake. I stopped at one of the shops and bought a map of Eastbridge. Opening it out, I headed for the waterfront, scanning the large, overpriced piece paper for Fairview Street. The sooner things were in motion the better; I didn’t want to have to stay here any longer than was necessary.

I collided with someone, my hand quickly snapping out to stop them from getting hurt. The map slid from my grasp, falling to the ground.

The young woman before me was breathing heavily as if she had been running and looked strangely familiar. It was her, the girl from the photograph. Their daughter. I couldn’t believe my luck; she was the reason I’d come to this middle-of-nowhere town.

“I’m so sorry.” The girl, Chelsea’s, cheeks were flushing red. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She retrieved the map and held it out to me. She had changed since the photographs had been taken; she was thinner and looked more like a woman than a child. Chelsea still had freckles and her ruby red hair was pulled back in a braid.

“I really am very sorry,” Chelsea apologised. Her brown eyes were flecked with gold and ran over my body as she took in my appearance.

“That’s okay.” I smiled as charmingly as possible, wanting to make a good impression – if she liked me straight away it would make things a lot easier. “No harm done.”

Our fingers touched as I took the map from her. My arm seared with pain and I watched in shock as black runes and whirls swam up my skin stopping half way along my lower arm.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Chelsea sounded distressed.

I tore my eyes from the Ánuims to gaze at her. Her eyes were threatening to overflow with tears when she looked up at me. Without a word, Chelsea span on her heel and fled.

“Wait!” I cried when I had recovered from the shock.

Chelsea was long gone but I was tempted to follow her, after all I knew where she lived, but I didn’t. I needed to wrap my head around what had happened.

I returned to the hotel, absently folding the map away as I went. Reaching my room, I locked the door behind me and started pacing. I’d only been in Eastbridge for a few hours and already things were going wrong. Holding my arm up, I examined the Ánuims. To those without magic it would only look like an elaborate tattoo but to witches and warlocks it was a sacred mark and held the same importance as a wedding ring. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair absently. How could Chelsea of all people be my soul mate? This was a big problem.

I paused, my thoughts racing.

Actually this might have been the best thing that could have happened; I now had a reason to be in Chelsea’s life and home. I smirked and wiggled my fingers, making the black Ánuims dance. Seducing Chelsea would be a lot easier if we were destined to be together anyway. Then, just as I had planned, I would snatch her away from her parents and they would finally know what it felt like to lose a loved one.







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