“Hold a question in your thoughts,” she told her. “Something you want an answer to, something that is important, then pick three cards.”
When Kris had picked the cards, Luna nodded thoughtfully.
“Interesting. Now, pick three more.”
Kris chose three more cards, turning them over one at a time.
“There has been loss. These two cards indicate something very painful. But that is now ended.”
That was no secret. Cate's death had been a painful loss.
“There will be challenges. These two cards show an obstacle, but it is temporary. You will go through a period of confusion, then you will need to make a choice.”
Great, Kris thought. Confusion and choices. What about the outcome? That was the question she held in her thoughts.
“Pick two more cards.”
She got as far as turning over one.
“The moon,” Luna commented with a frown. “Mystery, the subconscious, and dreams. Turn over the second card.”
As she reached for the second card a sound from Daenerys had them both looking up.
“It's across the city,” she said, turning up on the audio on the latest newscast.
Images filled the video screen—emergency vehicles, armed police, streets blockaded as bodies were carried out of the open-air market, a scene that had become all too familiar.
People on the sidewalks huddled together, clinging to one another, several bloodied from flying glass and debris, others waiting with expressions of pain, fear, hope, waiting for word of survivors.
There had been two attacks, the second one unfolding blocks away as an automobile plunged into the front of a crowded restaurant; the horror of the market scene replayed, guests trapped inside as the vehicle caught fire.
Kris stared at the screen, those scenes eerily familiar—the shock and disbelief, the bloodied bodies, and another image…sightless eyes staring back at her.
No one said a word as the footage from the attack played over, updates flashed across the bottom of the screen—a dozen dead, countless others taken to hospital. Men, women, old, young, couples out for late supper, possibly a night of celebration, everything changed in those moments as the truck plunged through the front of the exclusive restaurant.
“That whole scene in London must have been horrible,” Innis said, glancing over at her.
Kris nodded. She hadn't spoken about it. But it was there, every time there was another incident—London, Paris, Madrid, New York.
Was it ever going to end?
It was a question she'd asked her brother. There had been no answer then, or now. She pushed away from the table, unable to watch any more of it.
Innis watched as she went into the kitchen, poured a glass of wine, then simply stared at it.
“What was the last card?” he asked.
Luna turned it over, her dark gaze meeting his.
“Death.”
It was after two in the morning, and there was still no word from either James or Anthony. She poured a cup of coffee, fighting the fatigue and raw nerves.
What the hell was Cate doing in France? What was she after? What did that last text message mean? What did any of it mean? It was like a giant puzzle, the pieces swirling around in her head.
She had finally reached Marcus Aronson earlier that evening, another piece of the puzzle. Cate had contacted him twice when she was there.
What had they talked about? What did he know about her reason for being in France? Where she was going? Whom she had met with?
