Some objects aren’t lost.
They’re taken.
And some things don’t want to be found—
until it’s too late.
When a quiet investigation turns into something no one can explain, the truth doesn’t arrive gently.
It pulls. It watches. It waits.
And once it notices you…
it doesn’t let go
Some objects aren’t lost.
They’re taken.
And once it notices you…
it doesn’t let go.
✦ Pendulum of Fate — coming soon
“She liked that about him. She liked a lot of things about him. The thought arrived without warning, warm and certain, and Bella felt her cheeks flush before she could stop it. At her feet, something rustled. The small fern growing between two rocks at the edge of the clearing was growing. Visibly. Its fronds unfurled in slow, deliberate spirals, stretching upward like fingers reaching for sunlight. Bella stared at the fern, then slowly looked at Mabs. Mabs sat perfectly still on her log. She said nothing. Her expression said everything. ‘Don’t,’ Bella said through her teeth.”
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Bella told herself she wasn’t looking for him.
She typed another sentence on her blog, paused, deleted it, and glanced toward the stage lights warming against the evening sky. Echo shifted under the café table, ears flicking at the distant sound of a guitar being tuned.
It wasn’t even his set yet.
Still, Bella felt it — that pull. The awareness of him somewhere nearby. Jasper Whitlock didn’t enter a space quietly, even when he tried. It was in the way the air tightened. The way her pulse answered.
Echo lifted her head first.
“Don’t,” Bella whispered.
But she was already smiling.
I reached for warmth. For fur. For the steady rhythm every newborn macaque knows to find. But my hands closed around air. The others moved together in a soft river of bodies, brushing, grooming, breathing as one. When I pressed close, they shifted away — not angry, not cruel, just certain.
Then one day, something orange and still was placed beside me. I touched it and waited for it to leave. It did not. I wrapped my arms around it and pressed my cheek into its chest. For the first time, my hands were full.
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“Jasper?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
There it was again. That word. It landed on her like a physical touch, and she watched herself shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the cold.
“What’s happening?” she asked. Her voice was small, honest. “Between us. What is this?”
He could have lied. Could have deflected, played it safe, given her an easy answer that would let them both pretend this was normal.
He didn’t.
“Something good,” he said. “If you’ll let it.”
