Page 17 of The Trouble With Spells
“If it will make you feel better, you can come back when Daphne is home and have her remove the spell,” he told me softly.
A thought occurred to me. “Aren’t you a witch? Why can’t you make this spell go away? You said so yourself, it’s not thatstrong of one.”
He hesitated for a brief second. “I can’t help you.”
“I’ll pay you,” I blurted, because money wasn’t a problem for me. I’d pay whatever their going rate for spell breaking was. Hell, I’d pay triple even. I wanted this spell, curse, whatever the fuck that little twink had put on me gone from my life.
Callum shook his head, “It’s not that. I just can’t. I can’t do it.”
Shoulders slumping, I sighed dejectedly, feeling defeated. “Okay. I’ll just come back when Daphne is here, I guess. Thanks for your help and not thinking I’m crazy,” I told him, turning and heading for the door.
Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the earth and lightning split the sky outside. Through the glass of the door, I could see the storm suddenly start raging once more, the rain pelting loudly against it and making a pinging sound. Pushing against the wind, I shoved the door open.
“Wait!” Callum’s urgent voice had me turning back to him, the door swishing closed behind me and blocking out the rain.
Callum had come from around the counter, his eyes wide. He stood in the middle of the room, chewing nervously on his bottom lip.
“I’ll…I’ll help you. I’ll break the spell for you.”
Chapter Eight
Callum
What words were even coming from my mouth right now?
I’ll break the spell for you?
Had I lost my ever-loving mind?
Watching Michael walk towards the door to leave, shoulders slumped, looking miserable and honestly slightly scared, one thought filled my mind.
Don’t let him go.
My crush on him in high school had consumed more than a healthy amount of my time back then and seeing him now had ignited it once more. Just staring into his blue eyes and handsome face had my stomach dipping down to my toes.
But to offer to reverse the spell for him? I knew better. My spells always, always went wild. Not a single one everworked the way it was supposed to. And I had promised my family. But…this was a special case, wasn’t it? Michael clearly needed help. My help.
Yeah, that sounded good and was exactly how I was going to spin it to my family. Not that I planned for them to ever find out. Nope, I was going to do a simple spell reversal, and Michael would be on his way. Or, not.
Because when I had stood in front of him, and held his hands, searching for the spell, I had seen…something. Usually my visions only came to me when I read cards. But this time, along with the spell, I had seen…our hands. Wound together, clasped tightly, fingers entwined. And I had just known it was a vision of a future yet to come.
That Michael was my future.
If I didn’t fuck it up.
So yeah, I was going to man up and ask him for coffee when we were done.
If nothing went wrong with my spell casting.
Which I absolutely wasn’t going to be doing, if anyone asked. Nothing to see here, folks, move along. No spell casting going on today.
It was going to befine.
The spell on Michael truly wasn’t a very powerful one. I very much doubted anything that had happened to him was actually caused by the spell–it simply wasn’t strong enough. The majority of bad luck spells weren’t aimed to cause actual, physical harm to the person unless cast by awitch who was dark. The wannabe witch that had cast the spell on Michael might have been pissed when he did it, but it wasn’t strong enough to cause true maliciousness.
Sometimes bad days were just that. Nothing evil, just a string of annoyances. Though the fire at his building was concerning, as was him tripping into traffic, they weren’t caused by the spell. I was certain of that.
I could do this. I could break this spell for Michael. All it would take was a simple reversal spell, and even I should be able to do that.
