Page 8 of Choosing Stella

Then nothing.

I blinked.

Antonio’s face sharpened back into focus.

Antonio hadn’t moved, but his eyes were fixed on me.

“What did you see?”

“Not enough.”

“But something.”

I took a slow drink of water.

“I saw a fragment. It doesn’t give me a name.”

“What kind of fragment?”

“Silver. Something breaking. That could mean fifty things.”

“Could it mean me?”

“It could.”

He sat back.

Most people got nervous when a reading turned ugly.

Antonio leaned back with interest instead.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“I’m intrigued.”

“The Tower isn’t a party trick.”

“No, but neither are you.”

“Flattery won’t make the cards more specific.”

“Nothing makes you more specific.”

“That’s not true. Money does wonders.”

His laugh came easily again.

I gathered the other two cards.

Antonio put two fingers on The Tower before I could take it.

“Leave this one.”

I paused.

“For what?”

“I want to see if anything happens.”