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| Isabella Turcotte | Oct 2 2010, 12:40 AM Post #1 |
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Pacing through the castle, Bella Turcotte was a bloody mess. Her long dark hair was dishevelled and her makeup smudged. Her eyes filled with a tension and concern that was completely unlike her. Tears trembled on her lashes but she refused to let them fall. It had been only the day before that Silas had proclaimed his love for her in a very expressive dance and poem. In front of the entire library. Word had spread like wildfire throughout the school and it hadn't taken long for word to reach her parents. Her mother had already owled her a half dozen times over the stories she’d heard. During a very heated floo conversation, Bella had managed to convince her mother that Silas’s proclamation was one sided. It had caused her more heartache than she could ever express to deny her feelings to her mum. Yet it had been unavoidable. Katherine Turcotte had been prepared to floo to Hogwarts to drag her daughter and her soon to be son-in-law back to the Turcotte estate to be wed within the hour. Somehow she’d managed to put the witch off for a few days by convincing her that she and Cam were expected at the Masquerade. That the event, which was the social event on the fall season, would be the place for them to be seen together and that would put an end to the vicious rumours about her and Silas. She headed through the painting of Lady Prudence Wiltshire, who scowled and hesitated before letting Bella through. Lady Pru was not a fan of Bella’s since the 7th year girl’s outburst earlier in the year. She stormed through the common room toward her dorm. As she slammed the door closed behind her, Bella took a steadying breath before calling out for Jane. The girls were due at the top of the stairwell within the hour and she was a mess. As Jane strolled in, already dressed and looking incredibly sexy, Bella looked up with her and spoke one word. “Help.” Jane took pity on the pathetic girl before her. She took one look at Bella’s state and took hold of the older girls shoulders and steered her toward the bathroom. With a quick assurance, Jane shut the door as Bella slipped out of her jeans and t shirt. Shimmying into the black silk gown, she adjusted the halter top and let her hands smooth over the form fitting gown. With a glance in the mirror, she frowned. From the neck down she looked fine, it was the disaster of her face and hair that she was focused on. Her eyes were red rimmed and her mascara had smudged giving her dark circles giving her a wretched exhausted look. Bella turned on the taps and splashed the cold water on her face. She scrubbed the make up from her skin and looked up at her reflection again. Better, but still a wreck. “Jane, I know you are a bit of miracle worker, but bloody hell, I don’t think there any spells in the world to help with this mess.” She plucked up her skirt slightly in one hand as she opened the door again. The gown was a touch too long but her very expensive 4 inch heels would take care of that for her. As soon as she stepped out of the loo, Jane approached her with her wand drawn and a critical eye moving over the petite brunette’s form. With several well placed spells, Bella felt her hair move about – twisting and curling until it lay over her shoulders in a soft waves. She could feel the soft patting sensation of the various makeup spells Jane cast over her. Twenty minutes later, Jane spun Bella to look in the mirror with a proud grin lighting her pretty face. Bella blinked in surprise. She was looking at a completely different girl than the one who’d stumbled in here in earlier. “You are a bloody genius, Janey.” She breathed as she turned to hug her friend. “But we are late now, thanks to me.” Bella slipped her shoes on and grabbed her mask. The simple black satin mask was carefully placed and she and Jane headed out to the stairwell. As they waited, Bella glanced out over the boys who waited below in a sea of impatient faces. They could never understand how long it could take to go through all the routines and intricacies of getting ready for an event this big. She shook her head lightly and took her place to gracefully descend the long staircase. Her eyes moved over the crowd, looking for Cam. Her stomach clenched slightly at the thought of the conversation she was determined to have with him before the night was out. He had to know about her and Silas. He likely already heard the rumours but he needed to hear things from her. As she sought out Cam, a flash of black and orange caught her gaze. Her heart constricted as she recognized the tall lean bloke as Silas. Everything in her core screamed at her to run to him, to tell him she was sorry for her harsh words and beg him to run off with her. Yet she couldn’t... wouldn’t. He’d exposed their secret relationship in the most public way possible and she was left to pick up the pieces of it all. As much as she loved him, she was still angry at his well meaning dance. She diverted her eyes from the lanky boy and began to search for her fiancé. |
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| Cameron Rourke | Dec 12 2010, 03:00 AM Post #2 |
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If there was one thing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that was nigh on impossible to avoid – besides a sour look from Slant, or the agonizing tedium that accompanied a History of Magic lesson – it was, without doubt or question, a rumor. Particularly if said rumor involved you personally. Somehow, Cam had managed. Through a combination of chance and circumstance, he’d remained utterly unaware of the murmurings that had newly begun to fill the castle’s corridors. Whispers of ‘Bella and Silas’ went unheard and unregistered, curious stares unseen. It was as though Cam lived on an entirely separate plane of existence from the rest of his fellow classmates, rendered deaf and blind to a world he had no awareness of—which, as it turned out, wasn’t all that incredibly far from the truth. One would have been hard pressed to find the Slytherin these days, let alone manage to draw him into a conversation. Lately, Cam had become uncharacteristically reserved, preferring to spend time alone with his thoughts in lieu of being social, keeping to his room when he wasn’t in class or finding some secluded nook in the library (of all places) to be pensive in. It was easy for those who’d heard about Bella and Silas to catch one glimpse of Cameron’s sober expression and immediately assume he’d already been informed of what had passed between his fiancée and one of his closest friends. Explanation enough, they figured, for his withdrawn behavior. That wasn’t it at all, of course. Cam’s thoughts, instead, were focused on the nearing and increasingly complicated future... on the past few months, and the events he never in a million years could have predicted would occur... the things he’d unearthed in himself, things he’d discovered, emotions he’d never believed himself capable of, or ones he’d simply never allowed himself to feel at all. But really it was about a girl. Isn’t it always? He could almost hear himself saying that – darkly, and just beneath it a sardonic laugh that wouldn’t quite make it past his throat. Hard to laugh when it’s your life on the line. Time was running out. For him. For Bella… He hadn’t seen much of her lately. Like him, Bella had become a bit scarce, which was something he should have taken note of, but didn’t, really. It wasn’t until the night of the dance that he realized how lax he’d been, how careless. He hadn’t been keeping up his end of the deal. Make it believable. That’s all they had to do. Graduate a seemingly happy, soon-to-be married couple without anyone the wiser. Well, there was one good thing about the night ahead, at least. Something as public as a school dance was probably exactly what they needed right now. Do some damage repair, keep up appearances. The thought was just about the only thing that managed to stifle Cam’s groan as he stole one last glimpse of himself in the mirror, straightening his tie, running a hand somewhat carelessly through his tawny expanse of hair. He wasn’t in the mood for this – forcing a smile all night, willing himself not to scan the crowd for a glimpse of a face, a waif-like silhouette, trying to keep her name from tumbling out of him accidentally. Like it was something he held. Something fragile that could be dropped. Funny, how it still felt that way. Time had passed since she’d revealed her true identity to him, but Cam had continued to repeat that name in his thoughts like it was a word from a language he’d never heard of before; strange and slightly wondrous. Tonight wasn’t for that, though. This was what he told himself as he made his way out the doors with the other Slytherin boys, and this was his mind’s sole occupation until he realized someone had fallen into step beside him. “Heard what happened, mate,” a quiet voice sympathized. Cam turned without slowing and saw it belonged to Keith Knowles, a fellow housemate who met his gaze for a moment before swiveling it away. An attempt at polite discretion. “Pretty shoddy of Matthews, trying to move in on Bella like that.” He shook his head once, grimly, and lifted a hand to give Cam’s shoulder a brotherly pat of reassurance. “Keep your head up, eh?” This time Cam did slow, brow creased in confusion, but Keith had already immersed himself in the crowd ahead before he could utter any sort of response. Not that he would have been remotely capable of one. For a moment, it felt as though he’d stepped into one of those absurd dreams one often has, where nothing anyone says or does makes any sort of sense. He blinked, replayed in his mind what had just happened, and came to the conclusion that he’d misheard, somehow. Or maybe it had simply been a joke. He certainly felt like laughing, the more he thought about it. ‘Ridiculous’ didn’t even quite begin to cover the idea, and this was how Cam finally happened upon Bella in the crowded room amidst gowns and suits and masks - with the hint of a grin on his face, and the trace of a laugh in his voice. Probably the first time he’d looked anything nearing lighthearted in more than a week. “You’ll never guess what Knowles just tried to tell me,” he said after greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. His grin turned slantwise as his eyes traveled in the direction the other Slytherin had gone off to, shaking his head slightly as though he still couldn’t fathom it had happened at all. “Said Silas made a move on you. Can you believe that?” He turned back to her with a laugh, green eyes glinting with his mirth. He’d expected her to match the sound with one of her own, a shared moment of levity over the utter ludicrousness of such a notion. But she wasn’t laughing. Cam’s grin began to slowly fade as he took the time to study her more carefully, sensing something in the air between them he couldn’t quite identify yet. Something just out of his reach, but pressing down with increasing intensity. It only took a moment for the mirth to leave him. What replaced it wasn’t dread, exactly, though he did feel, inexplicably, as though he were bracing himself for something. Suddenly, he realized she had yet to say anything at all. “Bella?” he prompted, almost tentatively. |
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| Isabella Turcotte | Dec 13 2010, 12:54 AM Post #3 |
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Her gaze moved through the crowd. The laughter and smiles seemed to be infectious, quickly spreading throughout the entire group of students awaiting carriages. Everyone was ready to enjoy a night of dancing and merriment, but Bella found it impossible to give into the cheerful atmosphere of the night. She had too much on her mind. Too much guilt eating at her for what had happened. Too much anxiety thrumming through her for what was to come. This conversation with Cam should have happened ages ago. Before the incident in the dragon’s lair, and certainly before Silas’s very public poetry and dance recital in the library. Yet she had managed to put it off. Despite the desire to tell Cam, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of nervous energy filling her while she scanned the room for him. She mentally berated herself for being such a coward before now. She had a task at hand. An important task. Yet somehow her eyes kept moving back to Silas. She wasn’t sure how it happened but she certainly knew why. The tall figure looked remarkably dapper in a top hat and tails. The unusual addition of the orange to otherwise traditional black tux was pure Silas. There was always a dash of unusual that made him stand out. His dark hair was in need of a trim and it curled down over the collar. His brown eyes twinkling merrily as he and Bancroft laughed about something or other. His dimples peeking out from beneath the bright orange mask that covered the top half of his face. Her heart thudded recklessly while she watched him. Dragging her eyes from him, Bella tried to control the warring emotions inside of her. She was angry at him, she reminded herself. His display in the library had created a cascade of events to unfold that she had been unprepared for. The rumours and stories running rampant through the school, the wrath of her mother, even the slide in her grades lately were a direct result of his well meaning but disastrous proclamation of love. But despite all of that, maybe because of it, she loved Silas completely. The scent of his cologne or the touch of his hand on hers was enough to cause her heart to thump and her knees to weaken. She’d never tell him for fear of feeding that healthy ego of his, but she was head over heels in love with him. She spun around to put Silas behind her for the moment so she could seek out Cam. As fate would have it, he found her. He looked handsome in his tux and the smile on his face seemed genuine. Maybe he hadn’t heard the gossip. She wasn’t sure how that was possible but nonetheless, the hope lingered stubbornly. The grin on his face caused her to wonder absently about how things would have been if the two of them had just fallen in love, then none of this would have happened. They wouldn’t have had to run, they wouldn’t have to lie and they could both be happy. Instead they faced a lifetime of looking over their shoulder and had to relinquish any ties that may bind them to Hogwarts or Hogsmeade. Unfortunately, matters of the heart didn’t happen according to anyone’s plans. She cared a great deal for Cam but she didn’t love him. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotion and secrecy and it was only now that she realized that she had barely spoken to Cam in ages. She sighed and plastered a phony smile on her face for all the lookie-loos that were gawking at them. Every detail of their night would be reported back to her mother and Bella needed to make sure that everything appeared normal. No matter what happened between them tonight, they didn’t need the added stress of worrying about the reactions of their parents on top of everything else. He stooped slightly to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek. The merriment in his eyes assured Bella that he was clueless about the rumours. For the moment anyway. “You’ll never guess what Knowles just tried to tell me,” Cam turned to glance back where Knowles had now disappeared into the crowd. “Said Silas made a move on you. Can you believe that?” Bella froze. She tried to reign in her racing heart and she began to wring her hands in front of her as she tried to figure out the best course of action. She couldn’t just blurt it out here. There were too many ears listening in. She could drag him to the nearest empty room and confess everything, but if they missed the ball people would assume the worst. “Bella?” he prompted, almost tentatively. Bella was only vaguely aware of his curious stare and questioning tone. She was too preoccupied. She had to find a place for them to talk without the gossip mongers of the school being able to read anything into it. The carriages. The thought flashed through her mind and she reacted immediately. A warm smile spread over her face and she reached for her fiancé’s arm. Sliding her tiny hand into the crook of his arm, she guided him toward the carriages. “I will explain everything, Cam.” She spoke in a trembling voice. “Just as soon as we are alone.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond as she stepped forward and climbed into the next available carriage. Cam climbed in after her and took a seat at her side. The carriages were meant to bring groups of six students to the ball, but Bella needed privacy. The second that Cam sat, Bella leaned forward to pull the door closed and withdrawing her wand from her purse, she sealed the carriage and cast a sound suppression spell that would keep their conversation just between them. It only took a few moments before the telltale jerking of the carriage moving started. Bella drew in a deep breath and turned in her seat to face Cam. She took one of his hands in her own. She wasn’t sure why, whether it was for her benefit or his. There was a long silence as she tried to figure out how to say what she needed to. How to tell Cam that all that planning and worrying of the last year was all for naught. To tell him that she was all but tossing him to the wolves because she fell in love. “Knowles is wrong but not as much as you might think.” She finally spoke. Her tone was quiet and remorseful. She was having a difficult meeting Cam’s gaze, the guilt for having lied to him was weighing heavily on her. “Silas never made a move on me. Not really. I suppose, we made a move on each other.” Bella admitted. “But we are together.” She paused for a moment. “Sort of. Well, I’m mad at him at the moment, but… I do love him.” As much as Bella wanted to give Cam a chance to respond, she needed to keep going if she wanted to get everything out in the open. She was afraid to stop talking, if she did she may never get everything out. “Cam, I’m so sorry that I didn’t come to you sooner. I should have but it never seemed like the right time. I never wanted you to find out through the rumour mill, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you about this. I know that you aren’t in love with me but our futures are intertwined thanks to our parents’ meddling.” “I suppose this is the reason why I was nervous to tell you about everything but,” Her eyes finally found his. She tried to plead with him in her gaze for his understanding. “I love Silas and I can’t run away with you, Cam. I haven’t told my parents, I haven’t told anyone but you and Silas. Si is very sick and I can’t leave him behind. I’d never be able to forgive myself if I did.” She sucked in another steadying breath. “I’ve come to accept that I’ll be disowned, and my parents will never speak to me again. I’ll have to find a job to support myself. I know it won’t be easy but… he’s worth it.” A smile slid unbidden over her face as she realized the truth in her words. She could give up everything, so long as she had Silas at her side. For him, she’d do anything. She watched Cam’s face as he processed her long winded confession. His face was unreadable and the anticipation of his response was killing her. “I am sorry, Cam. I truly am.” |
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| Cameron Rourke | Jan 17 2011, 07:55 PM Post #4 |
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For some reason, the warm smile she answered with did little in the way of reassuring him. It was too tight at the corners, not quite managing the short trip to her eyes, and her expression held something a bit darker than that, just beneath the surface. Something like worry. But she was calm as she placed her arm in his, and when she spoke it was almost impossible to tell that her voice wasn’t as steady as it normally was. Almost. “I will explain everything, Cam,” she assured him as she steered them in the direction of the carriages. “Just as soon as we are alone.” Nothing good ever came of statements like that. When a matter needed to be discussed “alone,” it usually meant you were about to be told something you didn’t much want to hear at all, really, and also implied that, upon hearing it, you very well might act out in a manner unsuited to what was generally accepted as proper public behavior. Doctors said it before telling patients they only had one week left to live. Countless break-ups had been initiated by it. Scores of people about to lose their jobs hear it every day. “I need to speak to you alone for a moment, if that’s alright?” Which was funny (i.e. not very funny at all), because ‘alright’ is usually the last thing you’re feeling after a conversation like that. So, perhaps unsurprisingly, it didn’t do much in the way of reassuring Cam, either. Honestly, he felt a little numb as they made their way outside. People were staring, following the couple’s progress with curiously intent gazes, whispering discretely to one another – and for the first time, Cam realized it was because they all knew something he most definitely did not, but clearly should have. Something Bella had to practically hijack a carriage for just so she could tell him about it in relative peace and privacy. By the time she charmed the door shut, he was already preparing for the worst. The carriage jerked. Bella inhaled deeply and reached over to take him by the hand. He stared at her, part wary, part resigned, and tried very hard to get the phrase ‘so sorry to tell you this, but it looks like you’ve only got a week left to live’ out of his mind. It was annoyingly difficult. What Bella actually said was a bit less dramatic than that. But only a bit, really. “Knowles is wrong,” she began quietly, “but not as much as you might think.” She paused, then, knitting her brow as her gaze flitted nervously away from his. Gathering strength, it seemed, for the rest of what she was about to say to him. Cam realized, as he waited silently, that this was a Bella he’d never quite seen before. Not once, in all the years he’d known her, had she ever looked this meek and conscience-stricken. This pained. He felt his heart speed up a bit. “Silas never made a move on me,” she resumed, steeling herself onwards even though her voice was weak. Like a surrender. “Not really. I suppose, we made a move on each other. But we are together. Sort of. Well, I’m mad at him at the moment, but… I do love him.” And there it was. Love. Bella loved Silas. Silas and Bella. Together. It was a curious feeling. A part of him was shocked into utter stillness, and a part of him wasn’t surprised at all – the part that had probably seen this coming the moment she’d failed to laugh with him back in the hall. He had no idea what to say. He had no idea what to think. There was nothing to do but stare blankly ahead, trying very hard to untangle the impossibly complicated knot in his mind and make sense of something that did not make any sense at all. “Cam, I’m so sorry that I didn’t come to you sooner,” Bella rushed on, the words flowing more easily from her now. Teeming with worry and guilt. “I should have, but it never seemed like the right time. I never wanted you to find out through the rumour mill, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you about this. I know that you aren’t in love with me, but our futures are intertwined thanks to our parents’ meddling. I suppose this is the reason why I was nervous to tell you about everything but—” Emotion got the best of her, for a moment, and their stares gravitated to each other again – two friends who had reached a pivotal point in their lives that would flip everything on its end, shifting the future in a direction neither could have ever foreseen or prepared for. When she could speak again, sadness still lingered in her voice, but the tone was stronger this time. And nothing in the world could have sounded more heartfelt. More genuine. “I love Silas, and I can’t run away with you, Cam. I haven’t told my parents, I haven’t told anyone but you and Silas. Si is very sick and I can’t leave him behind. I’d never be able to forgive myself if I did. I’ve come to accept that I’ll be disowned, and my parents will never speak to me again. I’ll have to find a job to support myself. I know it won’t be easy but…” she trailed off, lost in a brief moment of reflection, and before long, the shadow of a smile began to lift her lips. “He’s worth it,” she finished softly. After a deep breath, she sought his gaze. Cam couldn’t begin imagine what his expression looked like right now. ‘Course, it’s sort of difficult to do that when your whole head felt like it’d undergone intense anesthesia. Bella began to look understandably anxious. “I am sorry, Cam. I truly am.” In silence, he tried to digest all that had been revealed to him as best he could – which wasn’t going very well at all, really. If you had told him a month ago that Bella and Silas were fated to a romantic involvement with one another, he would have asked in a very concerned fashion what it was you’d been drinking and/or injecting into your system. His mind wasn’t equipped to process such an unlikely idea. And yet, from the sound of it, the whole thing had been going on right under his nose for Merlin only knew how long. Probably a good while. Bewildered and looking much like a chap who’d been rudely slapped awake from an indulgent nap, Cam let out a long, slow breath and finally broke his silence. “Well. I feel like a proper idiot.” It didn’t even begin to capture the sentiment accurately, but it was all he could manage at the moment. Only after he realized that Bella continued to watch him apprehensively did he force his shoulders to loosen. And when a weighty pause had passed, something very close to resignation began to slowly overtake the dazed look on his features. “I’m not angry with you, Bella,” he said, withholding a sigh. The moment the words were out, he recognized their honesty. Which might have surprised him if he wasn’t well beyond such a feeling at this point. “This is just… a whole hell of a lot to take in, is all.” Hunching, he moved to lean his elbows on his knees, simultaneously lifting a hand to the bridge of his nose. Just because he was slowly coming to terms with everything didn’t mean he was immune to what felt like the beginnings of a rather massive headache. Then, perhaps unexpectedly, he began to laugh. Not very loud, and not very hard, but it was a laugh all the same – low and just on the verge of being vaguely self-mocking. “You and Silas.” Beneath the humor in his tone was a hint of wonder. He lifted his head and shook it slightly. “I honestly thought you couldn’t stand him.” He stared at his hands, recalling countless arguments and snipped comments, fiery glares and raised tempers. And then half of his mouth lifted in a small grin. “Guess it was inevitable, really.” A beat passed, and with it left a bit of his levity. When he turned to face her again, his expression was more serious, suddenly aware of what all of this meant for the future. But he was also aware of what it must have taken for Bella to pour out her heart to him like this, the strength she had to have needed to be able to say the word ‘love.’ The honesty. And he knew, now, that her path had separated from his unalterably, for better or worse, and that nothing he could say – even if he wanted to – was going to change that. “You’re sure this is what you want, then?” he asked softly, searching her stare with his sincere one. “Because if it is, I won’t stop you.” Then, because you could hardly expect him to resist, he added one last thing in a gently facetious tone. “Even if I am having a little difficulty imagining a universe where you falling for that silly bugger is remotely possible.” |
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| Isabella Turcotte | Jan 21 2011, 05:21 AM Post #5 |
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Cam’s eyes almost always betrayed him. At least, Bella had usually been able to size up his emotions based on a quick study of those jade coloured irises. Yet after her heartfelt (albeit rambly) confession, it was pretty much an impossible task. She wasn’t sure if it was her own guilt and concern that left her unable to decipher his thoughts but she was in the dark. And it was disconcerting. She had been more open and honest with him than she’d been with anyone. She’d laid her own emotions on the table before him and left herself vulnerable. It was a position that Bella had spent most of her life avoiding. She had never been one of those girls who found the need to pour her heart out to every person she happened to meet. She’d always kept her own emotions firmly in check even to those closest to her but this was different. She didn’t really have a choice. This affected Cam as much as it did her. He needed to know, but more than that there was a bond that she and Cam shared. She’d come to think of him as a dear friend. Perhaps her closest friend. Until this secret, she and Cam had been remarkably open and honest with each other. After blowing out a slow breath, Cam’s eyes raised to meet hers again before he finally spoke. “Well. I feel like a proper idiot.” She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but his words took her by surprise. A swell of fresh guilt rushed over her. Bella could do nothing but stare back at him. Her lower lip pulled between her teeth as she worried it absently. The concern evident in her eyes as she watched him carefully. “I’m not angry with you, Bella,” he said, in a tone that revealed the honesty of his words. She blew out a soft breath of relief. She knew that her decision was the right one for her, but she couldn’t bear the thought of Cam being angry with her. He meant too much to her. “This is just… a whole hell of a lot to take in, is all.” He admitted as he leaned forward. His elbows rest on his knees and his hand rose to rub the bridge of his nose. Bella shifted in her seat to scoot a bit closer to him. She lifted a gentle hand to run over his back. As she attempted to soothe Cam, she was quickly aware of a soft shake of his shoulders. As she glanced down at his face, she was surprised to realize that he was laughing. A slow quiet laugh that managed to calm her nerves a wee bit, there was still an underlying current of uncertainty but it was a start. “You and Silas. I honestly thought you couldn’t stand him.” “I couldn’t.” She chuckled nervously. It wasn’t that long ago that she and Silas had been at each other’s throats. No, that wasn’t right. She had been the one plotting vicious and painful ways to kill the lanky bloke. At the memories now flickering through her mind, a genuine smile lit Bella’s face and her cheeks pinked slightly, “And then, I couldn’t stand to be apart from him.” “Guess it was inevitable, really.” His eyes seemed to be focused on his hands for a long moment before finally turning his gaze back to her. His expression had turned somber, any trace of his humor evaporating. “You’re sure this is what you want, then because if it is, I won’t stop you.” Her grin faltered the tiniest bit at the sincere words but the resolution in her eyes remained. She was more certain about this decision than anything she’d ever done before. “I’m sure.” There was no hesitation or doubt in her words, just a sureness and clarity that she hadn’t felt in almost a year. Not since the day their parents had announced that she and Cam were to be married. Her world had turned upside down that day and nothing seemed right since. Everything had been difficult and strained. Every movement was guided by some larger purpose. First, it had been her mission to make her parents see reason, to make them understand that she didn’t want to marry Cam. When that failed, she had turned her attention to battling Cam until they finally reached an alliance. Together, they’d overcome this ending that they were fated for. A loveless marriage and a life of following the ridiculous protocols set forth by pureblood society and their families. After that, the plan to run had ruled her world. That was until Silas turned everything on its head. With a that dimply grin and mischievous gleam in his eyes, he had upended her world. And nothing could have felt more right. She knew that she needed to be at his side while he battled this disease. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind. Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed the upwards quirk of Cam’s lips as he made one final wry comment. “Even if I am having a little difficulty imagining a universe where you falling for that silly bugger is remotely possible.” It was all it took to cause a bubble of laughter to erupt from Bella. A wave of relief flooded over her. He didn’t hate her. They’d be alright. Impulsively, she leaned forward to fling her arms around Cam’s neck. Pressing her cheek against his, she held him in a tight hug for a few moments before pulling back to look at him. “Crazy but true.” She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders and an easy grin. “And for some reason, he cares for me too. Even after the numerous attempts I’ve made on his life.” After a beat, she peered into Cam’s eyes. A look of sincerity lingered in her gaze. “At least you won’t have to run, Cam. Your father can’t be angry at you if I’m the one calling everything off.” She sent a hopeful smile his way. His relationship with his father could be considered tense at best. The movement of the carriage pulling to a halt alerted Bella to the fact that they’d arrived at the ball. She pulled her wand out again and prepared to remove the spells that she’d put in place. She paused for a moment and looked up at Cam. “Please don’t be upset with Silas, Cam.” Her tone was once again concerned. “He didn’t… I was… He didn’t betray your friendship.” She paused and glanced down at the slender wand in her hands. She twirled the wood between her fingers as a soft flush crept up her cheeks. “He didn’t ‘put the moves’ on me as Knowles put it. This wasn’t planned. It was… a strange series of events that both of us tried to fight but…” She looked up again. A hint of a smile lit her face as her eyes met Cam’s. “You can’t choose who you fall in love with.” On impulse, she leaned forward to press a soft, chaste kiss on Cam’s cheek before reversing the spells on the carriage. |
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