“You want to read my cards?” Ava asked, looking at the deck of cards sitting on the clothed table skeptically.
“If you’re up to it,” the teller said, her voice dripping in challenge. “The cards usually find my regular clientele pretty boring. But they…well, I wouldn’t say they like you, as much as they’re drawn to your energy. There’s a lot about you that’s left to be uncovered.”
Ava’s eyes flicked back and forth between her and the card deck. The stack of illuminated tarot cards looked benign enough – they were covered in beautifully detailed hand-painted drawings, and the fine patina covering the thick cardstock looked natural instead of cheap tea bag and coffee stain tricks that could create a similar effect.
Arresting as they were, they gave Ava pause. In the way that some old t
