Dark Needs at Night's Edge
Dark Needs at Night’s Edge (Immortals After Dark #5)(40)
Author: Kresley Cole
With her new anger came realization. Had she actually thought she needed a man to actualize her? To save her from this cursed afterlife? Would she wait forever for his return, as Marguerite L’Are had done for Néomi’s contemptible father?
Conrad called me pitiful – and he was right!
How much she’d changed. In life, she’d always been bold, taking her destiny into her own hands. After that year of burlesque, Néomi had told everyone at the club, "I want to be a ballerina," and they’d laughed. "Maybe you could make the leap from burlesque to vaudeville," they’d said. "There are a few who’ve made that climb."
But burlesque dancer to ballerina was supposedly an impassable divide. Which was why Néomi had had to make it.
How do I get from point A to point B? she’d thought, hour after hour, day after day. She had figured it out, and though it had taken her years, she’d done it.
Néomi had danced her way from the Quarter to worldwide fame!
I want to be the old me! She had to do something. Think… think.
But in the last eighty years, she hadn’t been able to come up with any way to alter her existence –
Wait… Néomi possessed two things she never had before. One was a tool – Nikolai’s cell phone. The other was the knowledge that at least one person on earth had been able to hear her.
What if someone else could? Someone like Conrad, someone from the Lore? If there was one thing Néomi was learning about this Lore, it was that assumptions were readily turned on their ears.
There were witches, they’d said, some with extraordinary abilities – like that Mariketa. Maybe witches could hear ghosts?
And maybe pigs can fly.
She frowned at herself. Why was she scoffing at her daring idea?
Because she wasn’t the old Néomi who relished challenges. She supposed that being disembodied did that to spirits. After all, she couldn’t recall a tale featuring a ghost worthy of rooting for. How many stories recounted the quests of intrepid ghosts?
But what do I have to lose? She gave a laugh. My precious time?
What if this Mariketa was powerful enough to make Néomi… incarnate? Néomi had to find her number. Yet how?
She floated through the tangled gardens to the sad little folly, turning it over in her head. How? How?
Chapter 14
Nikolai had used their services – it made sense that their number would still be in his phone! In a flash, she traced back to her studio and raised the phone in front of her face.
When the rain outside faded and the night cleared to match her change in mood, she reminded herself, Don’t get too excited. Even if she could divine how to operate the phone, the telekinesis to work it would be complicated and tiring.
Surely I can figure it out! In nineteen twenty-seven, telephoning had been difficult – today, it wasn’t. Besides, a cell phone wasn’t a totally alien object to her. She’d seen the brothers using theirs, pressing buttons without even glancing at them. And she’d read the reviews in the paper for all the newest products, learning about their features.
She squinted at the screen. Yes, she knew enough to recognize a battery graphic.
This one’s was an angry red.
Merde! No, no, don’t lose power. Not yet! Manipulating small touches to dial wasn’t easy, much less while being panicked. Brows drawn in concentration, she painstakingly "scrolled" until she reached the address book. Within it were business cards that looked like actual paper cards that had somehow been copied into the phone. Searching under W, she found:
The House of Witches
Est. 937
1st Class Curses, Hexes, Spells, and Potions
We Won’t Be Undersold!
ph: (504) WIT-CHES
Member LBBB
Swallowing, she selected the card and pressed the green "call" button.
Mon Dieu, we’re ringing! The phone made an ominous beep. Hold on, battery.
Two rings. Was no one there? Ringing, ringing. It was long after five o’clock. Businesses probably closed even in the Lore.
The red battery picture had begun flashing. Just as she was about to hang up to save the power, a woman answered in a creepy tone, "Hellooooo, Clarice."
Néomi’s jaw dropped. This worked? I made a call? Who’s Clarice?
In the background, it sounded as if a dozen females were singing, drunkenly howling the high notes of some song. First they’d mumble, "Duh, duh, dun, duh, duh… " then they’d yell, "Ever-last-in’ love!"
"Hello? Hello? Is this a crank call?" the woman said, sounding normal now." ‘Cause let me tell you, you dialed the wrong coven. I can convince your dialing finger to make its legal residence where the sun don’t shine. Got me?"
Throwing caution to the wind, Néomi silently begged, Please be able to hear me! then said, "This isn’t Clarice. Can I speak with Miss Mariketa? My name is – "
The witch held the phone away and called out, "Hey, does anybody here speak Voice from Beyond?"
Néomi’s eyes went wide. My God, I love the Lore!
Back on the phone, the witch cried, "I’m kidding! I’m Mari. Hey, how do you spirits keep getting on the cell lines? It’s because you’re all electrically and everything, right?"
Néomi could barely move her lips. "I, um, electrically?" she repeated dumbly.
"I keep telling everyone our conversations are not private. Hold up, I’ve gotta do this." She held the phone away again. "Hey, Regin! Firstly, stop peeking at my frigging cards. Secondly, get your own cigars. And C, check this – I’ve got a ghost on the line, and she’s coming over the phone wire to see us right now."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" a woman screamed. Néomi heard running footsteps, then a slammed door.
Mariketa chuckled. "Reege isn’t scared of basilisks or twenty-foot-long centipedes, but ghosts make her freak balls. We just made one of the most fearsome Valkyrie on earth run for her life. Classic."
The music grew louder as a manic-tempo song played – the only lyric was the word tequila.
Sweet pandemonium. Néomi wanted to be there so badly it hurt. The phone beeped again.
"So what’s your name, spirit?"
"N-Néomi. Néomi Laress."
"Oh, man! I’ve heard of you! Dancer, right? From the old-timey days? You refused to get hitched and got shanked in the ticker. We studied you in my Local Feminists 205 class."
People actually study me?
In a chiding tone, she added, "Which, Néomi, I might have passed if you’d called two years ago. So what do you want with me?"
This is so bizarre! "I need, um, I would be very grateful to be corporeal, and thought you might be able to help me."