Book 3 - Page 51 (2/2)

For so long, I’d feared going full-on Empress—and never turning back to Evie. Just when I was starting to feel more in control, Aric and Matthew wanted to amp up the red witch. “Say I could free her more. What if she wanted to kill you?”

“I wouldn’t fight you. So you’d have to figure out how to rein her in at any time.”

“It’s too dangerous.” In my first combat against Death, I’d embraced her. I remembered telling myself, I am the red witch! . . . I’m going to win the entire game! Which would mean that all my friends would be dead. “I’ve been doing okay.”

“Some of the remaining Arcana have unspeakable powers. You’ll need to invoke your witch to survive—just as those Bagmen summoned their strength to rise.”

“Unless I stop the game.”

“There are some who’ll keep coming, even if they don’t have to.”

“Like the Emperor.”

At the mere mention of that card, Aric’s demeanor changed, his irises darkening to cold amber once more.

“What happened with him?”

“It’s a matter too wearisome for our night together.” He drank deep. “Tell me about your grandmother.”

His expression was so stark that I let him change the subject. For now. “Don’t you already know as much as I do? Since you trespa.s.sed in my thoughts for so long.”

“Not constantly. I did have my own life to go about. Such as it was.”

My chest squeezed at his words. I drank to cover my dismay. “I don’t remember her all that well. Sometimes my memories contradict each other.”

“How so?”

“I’ll see her as kind and affectionate. In the next instance, I’ll recall her wanting me to become ‘vicious.’” What if she tried to convince me to take out other cards? My friends?

Aric, even.

Maybe Arcana weren’t inherently evil. Maybe our chroniclers or relatives molded us. “In any case, I swore to my mom I’d find her. So I will.”

“And I will help you. You know sourcing is a talent of mine—doesn’t matter if I’m looking for ballet shoes or my wife’s grandmother.”

“Yeah, I don’t see that working out too well. She was furious at me when I mooned over your card.”

“You forget how charming I can be.”

Never. “I once asked Matthew if you would prevent me from reaching Gran. He told me the subject bored you, that you don’t believe in her as I do. So why would you help me?” I finished my beer.

Like a blur, Aric had another round on the table. “As a Tarasova, she knows a great many things.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“I don’t have to believe that she holds the key to the game’s end. You do—and I believe in you.”

Smooth, tricksy knight. “What’s the difference between a Tarasova and a chronicler?” How did Gran differ from Gabriel’s people?

“Chroniclers are historians and guides. Some say each Tarasova is gifted with the sight. Others say she must be a minor Arcana.”

The last time I’d seen Gran, her brown eyes had twinkled as she’d told me, “You’re going to kill them all.”

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