So, I leave the light on, hoping it keeps out the darkness and the prince who commands it.
TRUE TO HIS WORD,Prince Draven is already gone by the time I wake up, my overwhelmed body sleeping heavily until the sun peeks through the curtains. I get ready quickly, annoyed by the frizz-free hair, its silkiness that feels so unfamiliar. When I return to the living room it’s to find my schedule pinned to the noticeboard.
Beneath a copy of my bounty poster.
I rip it down, clutching the note clipped to it in tight, neat writing.
I didn’t know I was in the presence of a celebrity.
What a fucking prick. I crumple Draven’s words and toss them and the bounty against his open door. Clasping the schedule, I take a hard look at it, wondering what the hells I’ve gotten myself into.
8–9
Introduction to Tarot and Culture
9:30–11
Major Arcana
11:30–1
