A fortune teller is the answer?

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Elijah POV:

The next morning, Ella had written down a few points from the book, what I had seen before were terms: soulmates? Predetermined? Supernatural beings?, none of the terms seemed to be related. Ella was just in the shower, I could hear the shower and my thoughts wandered to my companion, her warm skin on my, her hand that had touched mine in my sleep.

It was one of those nights when, fortunately, she hadn't been haunted by nightmares, no matter how close I got to her, she withdrew and tried to create as much space as possible between us physically. Was it their gift that explained her urge to bring as much space as possible between us, or was there any other reason?

After preparing breakfast, I entered the library and reviewed the books I had accumulated over the decades. So many languages, invaluable with the history and the information it contained.

Again and again my thoughts wandered back to Ella, she was so different from the women I had known, when I had first seen her, I had the feeling of knowing her. I had directly ignored this feeling and focused on the fact that the witches, which had violated the agreement, wanted to sacrifice a human.

Steps revealed that Ella had come down, a slight lavender scent accompanied her as she walked into the kitchen. Yesterday, to my astonishment, I had watched how carefully she had handled the book, for her age she was very careful with other people's property towers.

In the series of books where she had found the book about companions, there was a second, in one of the most beautiful languages in the world.

With the book under my arm, I went back to the kitchen, where I found my companion sunk encencomered in the book. Next to her was her note block, where she had written down other terms.

"You could make a bomb explode next to her, she wouldn't notice," Edward told me, leaving the kitchen to devote himself to his duties.

He had ignored my order that he should take a few days off, I had wanted to avoid that Ella felt pressured by the presence of Edward. I couldn't see any signs in her that his presence might be too much,I got the impression that she was concentrating on the book and forgetting everything else around her.

"What do I have to do to stop him calling me Miss Ella?" Ella asked me to my astonishment,"Tell him not to do it?" I suggested and sat opposite her at the plentiful breakfast table,which she hadn't touched yet. "I wouldn't have come to that yet," she replied sarcastically, and I mentally noted that I would point out to Edward not to address Ella with miss, which she thought was exaggerated.

"Something interesting found?" I directed the conversation to the book lying next to her on the table and the notes she had written down, to which Ella looked at me from the book.

"Nothing we didn't know before, nothing about the runes," Ella replied to me, and there was some disappointment in her voice, she had hoped she would find a little more information.

It had to be harder for her to accept the fact that she would forever be attached to me, I knew the legend of the Companions, but I had always thought of them as nonsense.

From time to time, to my shame, I had also raised Rebekah with the fact that she had believed in this legend, and now Ella sat opposite me. With impressive skills and a sixth sense that told her when I was near her.

The rest of the morning we both spent looking for information, I had only found that the runes were old, very old. Most likely, the legend of the red thread of fate was based on the runes creating a connection that was indestructible.

We both knew that, but the origin of the runes was unknown, what they meant in this particular case, i couldn't find if Ella was more lucky?

She had besides a stack of books in her mother tongue, also the laptop Edward had provided for her,beforesme andshe wrote down something again and again.

When I took a quick look at it, she had written down soulmates, red wire and other words that I did not recognize directly. I didn't know why she had written those words, and just when I wanted to ask her why she had written the words, my phone rang.

"We found a source that knows more about their particular question" it sounded through the phone and I left the library, "Define a source, "I told my contact.

"An old fortune teller who advertised at a fair in Georgia to find the soulmates, we listened to her and she knows more about the Companion Legend," he told me, telling me that I could meet the fortune teller, or she would come to me.

But the question was, what did Ella want? Did she want to know more about someone who was on theroad as a fortune teller at fairs?

"I'll call them back right away," I told me, and i gave up. How could I explain to Ella that I had put private investigators on the Companion Legend?

Why was I suddenly nervous? Why did I think about how Ella would react?

Ella POV:

Elijah entered the library again, hewe giggled nervously and played around on the buttons of his shirt, a gesture I had seen many times when he was nervous.
I hadn't even noticed that he had left, I had only heard that he had gotten a call, but since I had focused on the book,I hadn't noticed that he had left the room.

Elijah explained to me that he was a private investigator, a vampire he had known and trusted for a long time, and that this one fortune teller had admitted to know more about the Companions Legend under manipulation, and now i left the decision whether I wanted to meet this woman or not. The very thought that I would finally know what the legend meant to Elijah and me triggered mixed feelings in me. Did I want to know?
Elijah seemed to realize that I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet this fortune teller and suggested that he would not take any risks and put me in danger.

But could I? Staying here, between books that were safe and had no feelings?

After less than half an hour, the fortune teller was led into the living room by Elijah's private investigator, Elijah was right next to me. Even though I didn't know how to react or what to do, except to stand in front of the big couch and watch the old woman,it felt so weird. She knew more about the Bond than the books? More than Elijah himself?
He had grown up with the legend, he had seen and experienced so much.I was honestly afraid, what would this woman say, what we didn't know? What did the runes mean?
But the words that would immediately come out of the soothsayer's mouth would shock me and force me to share more of my past with Elijah than I wanted.

"The Original Vampire and his wife from another universe"...


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