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Cassandra Reid has never found a fortune teller on Earth that could read her future. She always gets the same cards got over and over again from the different tarot readers she approached. High Priestess and the Four Knights. Knight of Pentacles. Knight of Swords. Knight of Wands. Knight of Cups. And the last one? The ominous Death Card. Every fortune teller has no idea what they meant and they have completely given up on her fate. Even she, herself, has given up. Until one of the Knights showed up. And tried to kill her. YUMMY EXCERPT: updates every day "Why are you protecting me anyway?" I swallowed a lump forming in my throat. "What's in it for you?" "Yeah, Cass. I ask myself every day why I am doing this too. Before I sleep and the first thing that comes to my mind the moment I wake up? It's you." His gaze jerked up and clashed with mine, confusion darkening those gorgeous irises. "I'm doing things I never even wanted to do in the first place. Like messing up my mission as the heir of the House of Cups." "I don't want to be indebted to you! I don't want you to get hurt while you kept me safe." The more I spoke, the more Gabriel's pupils narrowed. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" Gabriel chuckled without humor as he cupped my chin, forcing my face to his. "Because I loathe it when you are hanging out with some other guy. Someone who isn't me." He pulled back and studied my face before shaking his head. "I want to kill them myself. There's a dark thought in my mind that says you are mine to own. And you are mine to kill when that time comes where I have to." Gabriel's grip tightened and he leaned down, placing us nose to nose, his choppy breath traipsing over my lips. "You like taunting me by flirting with other guys too, do you? Well, guess what? It works. I can't fucking get you out of my mind." He released me long enough to slam a fist into the wall just beside my temple. "The first kiss was a goddamn mistake. It was supposed to purge you from my thought, make me stop wondering what you taste like."
"Come in, darling."
The door jingled as I walked in. Someone was burning incense strong enough to make me cough.
Haunting chimes and watery flute notes drifted from the store speakers and voices murmured in the back behind a divider as someone sat for a reading.
The waiting line was very long outside and I almost melted from the summer heat.
Thank god, I'm next.
While I waited for them to finish, I walked around the store. Crystals, spell candles, dream catchers and tarot decks surrounded me.
I promise this would be the last psychic I would ask about my future. My best friend thinks I have lost my mind and refuse to go with me. Well, she doesn't like to be insulted by them again.
Madame Elizabeth was the 100th psychic I've visited in this lifetime. I have very high hopes that she can finally interpret the cards I will draw today. Unlike the others.
My penchant for psychics started when I was a freshman in high school. My first card reading was in the storefront window while a gypsy read my palm. I have sat in with kids in the other room and dinner on the stove while a psychic predicted my future.
They tried, though, but in the end, they said that I don't owe them any money and told me to get out of their house and warned me not to come back anymore.
When I was a sophomore, a crazy psychic has cast me out of her shop while screaming bloody murder telling me that I'm not from this world and accuses me of messing with her powers.
And I was like, What the fuck?
I haven't even done anything.
One psychic, an old woman that lived on the attic on a two-story family house was incredibly creepy. I had gone with my best friend from school and it was overall an odd experience.
When she finally called me in, she sat me down in a seating area with sofas while Riley waited for me in a little alcove on the other side of the kitchen door.
She was a white-haired skeleton of a woman so ancient, all wrinkled and weatherproofed. She poured herbal tea on my cup. Without any psychic medium surrounding us, she started spouting nonsense.
"It's really difficult to have a best friend who wants to kill you, always plotting, always waiting for the right moment..." She trailed off. That was the first thing she said to me as she waved her gnarly hand vaguely at the door.
Could have been a good guess. A majority of people probably fantasized about killing their best friends at some point in time.
Right?
"Is his name Gabriel?" she asked and I narrowed my eyes at this psychic, who was maybe a charlatan at the same time.
"Her name is Riley and she's a girl," I replied. "She's my best friend and she's waiting for me outside."
I suddenly don't have a good feeling about this.
"No. Your companion's name is Gabriel." She insisted. "And he's just like you in the matter of souls."
She continued. "He became your friend a year ago and he seems to be everywhere protecting you from harm.
He was supposed to be compelled to kill you the first time he sets his eyes on you, but now, he isn't controlled by what was meant to happen. I wonder what he has done."
"I don't understand." I stood up as I clenched my fists, mourning for the loss of my wasted time. "You seem to be a liar and a bogus psychic at that."
She paused as her peaceful gray eyes settled over me. "Then don't come running to me, child, when I see you crossing over from the afterlife."
