The Last Sun (The Tarot Sequence, #1)

by K.D. Edwards

“His walkabouts,” I said, with heavy sarcasm. “How strange. It’s so unlike rich kids to bastardize meaningful aboriginal customs.

I pulled the wrapper off a straw and said, “This is why most of our assignments don’t involve anything more complicated than you shooting something and me setting fires.” The barista handed me my iced mocha with raised eyebrows.

I went over to Brand and Max, dragging an empty chaise the last several steps. “Where did you get the computer?” I asked. “I borrowed it from Mayan.” “Is this one of those surprises I can look forward to, when he figures out you borrowed it?” Brand smirked at me, and didn’t say a word.

“Addam, I’m calling you now, so you’ll have this number saved. It’s a private line I share with Rune. You’ll be unlikely to have service in the Westlands, but one never knows.” Addam’s phone rang once. The Tower glanced in the back seat and said, “Brandon, I should send it to you as well.” He began dialing. Brand’s eyes went wide. He blurted, “Rune already gave it to—” just as his phone began to breathe like Darth Vader. Lord Tower gave Brand another long look. Brand had the good manners to look almost contrite.