Maeve reaches into her bag and takes out her tarot deck. “I could ask Tatiana?” Fable stares at her, too amused. “You named your deck?” “Of course I did,” she says, then shuffles and proceeds to draw—rather deliberately— the Three of Cups, an image of three maidens holding up three chalices. There are four of us here, but it feels like Tatiana knows something. “Tatiana says we’re here for you, babe,” Maeve says.
