Neve (Silver Skates #3) - Helen Scott Page 0,34
The knowledge dawned on him slowly as he looked from one of us to the next and realized that there were four of us, not just him.
“Well, now that we’ve got that, um, figured out, I need to make a phone call to figure out how to fix this and would prefer to do it in the privacy of my apartment. Unless any of you are friends with witches that might be able to help?” she asked hopefully.
I shook my head. After all, I was supposed to just be visiting, but I watched as the others did the same. For a supernatural town, there weren’t as many witches as I’d expected, but maybe they were just better at hiding the fact that they were supes. Who knew?
When we all confirmed that she was the only witch we knew, she looked defeated. Sadness covered her like a blanket, and her shoulders slumped.
“Would you all mind coming home with me? I mean, while I make this phone call.” She added the second part hastily, as though she didn’t want us to think she was inviting us all over for an orgy or something.
Each of us nodded, and we set off. We made the trek back to her apartment in silence, not that there was much of a choice, but Neve was oddly quiet, and I caught her gnawing on her bottom lip more than once. She quietly let us into the building and upstairs to her apartment.
Once the door had closed behind us, she waved us over to the couch and chairs that occupied the living room area before grabbing a bottle of vodka from the freezer and pouring herself a healthy amount of the stuff in a tumbler. She downed it in two gulps before pouring herself another glass and downing it again.
She was going to get shit-faced in less than ten minutes at this rate. I wasn’t sure who she was about to call, but needing this much Dutch courage couldn’t be a good thing.
After a moment of us all watching her down vodka like it was water, she said, “I’m going to call my father. He’ll know how to fix this. Please help yourself to anything in the fridge, freezer, cupboards, whatever.” She gave us a small smile that was more grim than happy before she pulled her phone from her purse.
I saw more than heard her sigh in resignation as she pressed the green call button under a picture of an older gentleman who must have been her father. He looked rather severe, like earning his love would take more than a little effort.
“Daddy?” Neve’s voice had become small and pleading.
“What did you do, Neve?” Her father’s strong, booming voice was clearly audible for any of us that had the supe enhanced senses. I wasn’t sure whether that applied to Colden or not since he wasn’t a shifter, but I knew Seren, Niklaus, and myself could hear both sides of the conversation with no trouble.
“There was a small mishap with a spell—”
“A spell? I told you no magic. What were you thinking? You can’t even tie your shoes with magic, let alone whatever it was that you were trying to do this time. What was it? Did you need to make your bag match your shoes? Or were you trying to turn another girl’s hair green again?” The man sounded so dismissive that I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him. She was his daughter, how could he treat her like that? When I glanced at the others, I saw the same anger and concern that I felt mirrored on their faces.
“I only did that once when I was a kid, but no. I was trying to help someone be less awkward, but my spell made them babble. Then when I tried to fix it, it went too far in the other direction and now they can’t speak.”
“That magic is way too complicated for you,” her father roared down the phone, making all of us wince and Neve pull the phone away from her ear.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said.
“Neve, I’ll help you fix this, but I need you to promise to not use magic again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you sure? Because I distinctly remember telling you not to use magic when you arrived in Silver Springs.” He ground the words out as though he was doing his best to restrain himself.
“I understand,” she replied. Her voice cracked a little at the end, and I prayed