“Ellis.” My voice comes out half a gasp; I’d be humiliated by that gasp if I weren’t so busy staring at the tarot cards that fan out between my fingers. They’re matte black, lined only with the faintest threads of metallic gold tracing out the shapes of skeleton figures, a glossy jet finish poured into the cages of skulls and bones so they glint in the afternoon light. “These are…”
