She takes two steps from the table, rips around, finds Nathaniel’s sister. “Get your tarot.” Delaney springs out of her seat, nearly falling in the process. “You mean it?” The joy blazing across her face carves out Ash’s soul. “Fuck yes.” Ash grabs a bottle of red wine. “We’re taking this.” She looks around the shell-shocked table. “And we’re going to go see the fucking future.” Nathaniel stares up at her with an expression of worry and amusement.
