“I think they’re for us,” she breathed. “Roxanya and Gwendalina…” I eyed the card from Astrum which was of The Sun, its meaning now memorised from my Tarot Classes: Goodness, truth, and beauty. I turned it over, Tory moving close beside me as adrenaline rushed into my blood. Welcome home dear Princesses. Seek well, search deep. This house hides a secret within its walls. Where wings meet justice, your blood was saved.
