Page 89 of Tempest

“Jeez, Clo.” I throw a pillow at her. “No more morbid talk. I’m ending this discussion.”

Clover laughs but bends to pick up one of her books from the floor, joining me in homework.

Until I hear, “Will we succeed in our search for the Anderton daughter?”

I roll my eyes up to the ceiling but end up glancing over. Clover flips three tarot cards faceup on her comforter, then winces.

Curious, I tilt my head to better see. The first card I notice has a man with plenty of swords digging into him. I point at it. “What does that mean?”

“Ten of swords.” Clover swoops her hand over the rest and returns them to the pile. “Apparently, we’re about to suffer an unwelcome surprise in the future.”

I draw away, but I’m unable to delete the image of the man with ten swords stabbing him in the back from my mind.

“It’s not like it affects you, right?” Clover says, though her tone doesn’t sound convinced. “You think this stuff is a bunch of hooey, anyway.”

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