Page 36 of A Fool's Game
“The answer is yes.”
I groan. “Yes, what?”
“Yes to everything. Go for it.”
And there it is. Permission to feel what I feel. Sure, it’s permission from a strange, stoned woman in a rock store reading symbols from a deck of cards, but maybe that’s all I need.
Then again…maybe not. “I’m scared.”
Marisol nods. “It will be scary. This path,” she gestures to the three cards in front of me, “is not a straight line. You have a journey ahead of you that starts in the deepest, darkest part of your soul and takes things you’ve never been brave enough to show anyone and brings them to light. You’re going to meet the animalistic side of yourself, and it doesn’t look to me like you’re going to be doing it alone. All those things will take courage. The Fool only thinks he walks his path alone, though. If you look again, you’ll see that was never the case.”
I glance back down at The Fool card and huff out a soft laugh. He’s got a little dog dancing along beside him.
Dancing together right off a cliff.
Chapter 14
Gemma
By the time Ainsley finally leaves with a massive bag filled with tarot decks, books, and all the crystals Marisol could talk him into buying, I’m practically vibrating with the need to scream.I burst out of the back room the second the door closes behind him and do just that.Marisol laughs and runs over to hug me, both of us laughing.
“That man is a catch,” she says. “If the reading had gone any other way, I’d try to steal him from you.”
I shake my head, still overcome with laughter. “He’s just full of surprises.”
“What was with those cards? He came in here on a mission.”
“The first night we met, I took him up to the roof, and he found The Fool just lying on the ground up there in the snow. The Magician, though, I’m less sure. I mean, that’s what I call Taylor, but it seems strange that he’d have told Ainsley that.”
“The Moon, girl. The Moon.”
I shake my head. “I know. That was crazy.”
“You’re completely and utterly fucked.”
I laugh. “If I’m lucky.”
“Well, that man just walked out of here with enough magical supplies to talk himself into or out of anything. If I were you, I’d start trying to steer that conversation.”
“You’re right. I’ll text him right now.”
Hey, Ains. Want to get a drink later?”
He texts back almost immediately.
Ainsley: Definitely. I was just thinking about you.
I wondered why my ears were burning…
Ainsley:
Alchemy Nights at eight?
Ainsley: See you there.
I put my phone down and find Marisol still watching me. She’s clearly not done with the conversation.
“Are he and Taylor, like…”
