Page 74 of Cosy & Chill
The soft beeps of phone keys drew her attention. Mr Wetherall stood stiffly, phone clamped to his ear.
“Pick up, pick up,” he muttered, not caring that it was two in the morning. “What the fuck kept you? I’m not going to contest my mother’s will. You hear me? I’m not arguing. You can tell that—”
Roisin made a slashing motion and—to her surprise—he obeyed her order to end the call.
“No changing yer mind, now, or I’ll be back,” she said pleasantly, and blurred her form, disappearing from sight.
The Wetheralls rushed to their daughter’s side.
“I’ll have Leo’s hide for this.” Mr Wetherall fumed. He held his immobilised daughter while his wife pulled the duct tape off her face and wiped the blood from her skin. “Leo and that solicitor of his must be behind this outrage. We’ll sue them until they have nothing left, you’ll see.”
“Ye should watch what’s coming out of yer mouth where people can hear ye,” Roisin said coolly as she reappeared. “I came back to untie her, but ye’re clearly not taking me seriously. Yer loss.”
She left the Wetheralls to their own devices. The spell that held Miriam immobile would wear off eventually. And Leo was better off without a family. At least he had Finn now, and she’d look out for the two of them for however long she remained in this world.
She drove home, grimly satisfied, and spent a long time in the shower washing the taint of the Wetheralls off her skin. Leo would be relieved when he found out that his father had withdrawn the challenge, and that was all that mattered.
