R18+ Warning: Please be aware this chapter has a brief passage of violence against women
“Me?” Emma shrieked. “Why me? If you want to make contact with it, why don't you do it?” She tried to pull free of Bel, but he held her in place with another long-suffering sigh.
“Because I can't Emma. Not like you can. This is what your bloodline is most talented at. It's your 'calling' if you will. You're the bridge between worlds.” Bel explained softly. Emma stilled.
“Bridge between.. Bel, that doesn't sound very comforting. Or safe." Emma returned with a jerk. Bel repressed yet another sigh.
“You were less obstinate in the other timeline.” Bel remarked, so Emma elbowed him. He hissed.
“Behave. Emma, you really need to learn how to do this.” Bel scolded. She hadn't hurt him,
