Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)(108)

“You grew on us.” Baz lays a hand on Simon’s shoulder. “Snow—what happened tonight, after I left?”

Simon looks into his cup. “I went out for a pint. With Smith.”

“With Smith,” Baz repeats.

“And he … Well, he offered to fix my magic.”

Baz shoves Simon’s shoulder back, splashing his tea all over. “He what?”

“Great snakes,” I say, mopping at my knees. “Could that work? Would you even want it to, Simon? He could fix you right back into Humdrum territory!”

“Which is why you said no,” Baz says. “Correct?”

“I…” Simon looks at Baz’s face, then at mine, then back at his lap. He sets down his half-empty cup. “It doesn’t matter. It didn’t work.”

Baz is livid. I think his fangs may have popped. “Are you telling us he tried it?!”

I’m livid, too; I let Simon out of my sight for a week, and—“You allowed someone to cast an experimental spell on you!?”

“It doesn’t matter!” Simon not-quite-shouts. He’s tearful again. “It didn’t do anything! I’m not a mage! Smith couldn’t fix me because there’s nothing to fix!”

That shuts us up for a minute. I look at Baz, and Baz looks at me. I’m not sure what we’re trying to tell each other. Maybe just, Well, fuck.

I look back at Simon and try to be gentle. “How do you know? Have you tried casting a spell?”

“Yeah…”

“With whose wand?” Baz wants to know.

“With Smith’s.”

“With Smith’s. ” Baz is rubbing his forehead. “I’m going to eviscerate him.”

Simon shakes his head. “Smith didn’t do anything wrong. His spell didn’t hurt me, Baz—it just confirms what I’ve known all along. I think I knew it even when I was full of magic. I’m a Normal. I’m nothing…”

As soon as he says it, his head jerks up to Shepard, who’s been sitting quietly beside me. “Oh God, Shepard, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” Simon’s eyes get wide. He sits up straight. “Shepard … your tattoos!”

Shepard looks, for once, like he doesn’t want to interfere. He smiles and holds out his arms. “Yeah,” he says softly. “Gone.”

“But what about the curse?”

“What curse?” Baz asks.

“Shepard’s cursed,” Simon says. “He made a deal with the devil.”

“It wasn’t exactly a deal—” Shepard says.

Baz looks offended. “Why didn’t anyone tell me we brought home a cursed Normal?”

“It wasn’t my secret to tell,” Simon says. “I don’t tell anyone about your curse…”

“Everyone already knows about my curse,” Baz says.

“I’m not cursed anymore.” Shepard rests a hand on my shoulder.

“Penelope fixed it.”

Simon and Baz both turn to me.

“You fixed it…” Baz looks wary.

“How?” Simon asks.

“I’ll explain later, it’s really not that—”

Shepard literally leans in front of me to interrupt: “She summoned the demon and browbeat it into letting me off!”

“You did what?” Baz says, in the same tone he’s been using on Simon for ten minutes.

“You should have seen her,” Shepard says. “It was insane!”

“It wasn’t insane,” I correct. “I had a plan.”

“It was more of a hunch,” he says, “but it worked! She Matlocked this demon into submission. It was like watching someone play chess with Death.”

“What’s Matlock?” Simon asks.

Baz is still shocked. “You summoned a demon?”

“I executed a research-based plan,” I say.

“She summoned a demon!” Shepard looks so proud, it’s making me blush.

“In her living room! And didn’t even blink!”

Simon leans into me, knocking my shoulder with his. “That sounds like Penny.”

“So no one is cursed…” Baz says.

“Just you, babe,” Simon says.

Baz shakes his head. “We left you alone for a week, Bunce…”

Simon grins at Shepard. “This calls for a celebration! We need to celebrate.”

The rest of us frown at him. “We don’t need to celebrate,” I say. “We need to get to the bottom of this spell that was cast on you.”

“There’s no bottom to get to.” Simon is emphatic. “I’m already there.

Smith cast a spell on me, it didn’t work—end of story. Literal, actual end of story. I’m not a mage.”

“Snow—” Baz chides.

“Seriously, can we focus on someone else for once?” Simon looks at Shepard. “Shep! You’re not going to hell anymore! And you don’t have to wear a jacket in the middle of June. Do you know how jealous I am?”

Shepard smiles at Simon. Baz and I are looking at each other cryptically again. I think we’re agreeing not to let Simon change the subject like this …