“Find me before Death finds you.”
“Or what?”
He drew his head back, as if this was obvious. “Or he’ll . . . touch you. His power. You are the card that Death covets.”
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“They know, Empress,” Matthew said.
I flattened myself against the fiberglass stall. He was here! In the bathroom with me.
I jerked around, giving him my back, glaring over my shoulder. But he appeared to have no interest in my nudity.
“The Empress is in play,” he said. “The Arcana sense it, like a disturbance in the Force.”
“You got on some kind of expensive perfume? Never smelled anything like you.”
“I don’t wear perfume.”
He looked at me like I might be lying. “You smell almost like . . . honeysuckle.”
“I’m not wearing anything.”