“What did you get from Yancy?”
Ah. This wasn’t going to go over very well.
“You don’t want to tell me, do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“Spit it out.”
“It was a lot about how our choices change the future.”
“He always says that. What else did he say?”
“Ben is alive.”
She exhaled and nodded, as if a great weight had been pulled off of her chest. “Good. That’s good. I mean, I know Than said it too, but it’s good to hear it from a second source.”
“He also said he’s bound, in the dark, and can’t sense time. He said I’d be the one who had to make the right choice to save Ben. That nothing of this world can save him. That he’d have to be given to us. Like a gift for something traded.”
She stood there and stared at me until I finally shrugged. “It’s what he said.”
She pulled her fingers back through her thick, straight dark hair, and tucked part of it behind her ears. “Okay. That’s… I don’t like any of that. But fine. What did Jules say?”
“That I’m the Judgment card. That’s neat, right?”
“I thought you were the Queen of Wands.”
“Not today. Hey, let’s go check on Jean.”
“Delaney, no.”
But I was already moving, and the room wasn’t that big anyway, so it wasn’t all that hard to slip past her and get the door open.
“Delaney.” Jame stood on the other side, looking solid on his feet, arms crossed over his chest, like he was a bouncer guarding the entry to an exclusive club. “Answer her.”
Stupid werewolves and their stupid hearing.
“Fine. She said I’m Judgment. That Ben will be freed through me. And also that I haven’t been sleeping well and Death is a butterfly and that she’ll smack me on the back of the head if I lose my heart.”
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Myra said.
“Have you met her?” I asked.
“Yes. And she’s very clear when she gives information like that. Was it a tarot reading?”
“Three cards. Nine of Swords, Death, Devil.”
“What does that add up to?” Jame asked.
“I’m distressed, but through a death I will bind myself to a new devil.”
“That’s horrible,” Myra said.
“Is it? I was listening, but half my brain just keeps replaying Jean getting hit by that damn car. I froze, My. I totally panicked and froze. She was lying there and I wasn’t doing anything. Anything to help her.”
“That’s not true,” Jame said. “You ran to her. You were almost there before she hit the ground.”
That was impossible, so I didn’t believe him.
