The seer shook her head. “Your prophecy arises from the cards I laid, but I do not know it or hear it. It is spoken by fate.”
“Prophecy?” Jaxson asked, “I heard nothing.”
“You would not. The fates speak directly. She would not have heard yours, had she joined you here four days ago. Those words were for your ears only.”
I glanced at Jaxson, whose expression turned dark and brooding, and bit my lip. No one else had heard what I had been told, and I wished I’d written it down.
The seer adjusted her hands and placed her fingers gently on the Moon. “The prophecy is not all. I can still give you my reading of the cards.” Tapping the first, she said, “You are being chased. But this is not just one card, but two.”
She spread her fingers and slipped a second card from underneath where there had been none before. The Magician.
“You are being hunted by a wolf and a sorcerer. If you find the wolf, you will find the sorcerer. If you find the sorcerer, you will find the wolf.”
Frustration bit into me. We knew that—or suspected it, at least. “But why?”
She moved her hand to the lovers. “Because of who you are—because of your parents and your bloodline. You are everything your adversary needs.”
Panic rose in my throat. “But we don’t have any leads. How do I find them?”
She placed her hand on the Wheel and tensed. Her eyes flashed white, and her voice croaked. “You do not need to. They are already here. Hunting.”
25
Savannah
The darkness drained from the room.
I burst up out of my chair and stumbled back from the table. Jaxson, already on his feet, caught me.
Lady Fortune pointed at the door. “You need to run. They are close, at the Ferris wheel, but closing fast. Wolves and demons. Go.”
I pulled the mace Casey had given me out of my purse and shoved it into my pocket as Jaxson grabbed my hand and pulled me from the tent. “Walk normally, but don’t let go of me.”
He pulled out his phone with his other hand and hit speed dial with his thumb. “They’re by the Ferris wheel and headed our way—look for rogue wolves and some kind of demon. Sounds like there may be a lot of them. Send everyone in our direction but move discreetly. We’re in the alley behind the Egyptian bazaar and will head toward the far end of the Midway, where someone can pick us up.”
He hung up and, hand-in-hand, we pushed our way back the way we had come.
Confusion tore at me. “You have people here? Waiting?”
“Yes. A lot. As long as you’re outside of the Indies, you’re protected.”
“Protected or bait?” I snapped. “Why aren’t we running?”
“Because you’re too slow. Stay with me, you’ll be fine. If they pursue, they’ll reveal their positions. With any luck, we can nab one of these bastards and make them talk.”
Anger and terror thundered in my chest as we shoved our way through the Egyptian bazaar.
Suddenly, Sam was at my side, pushing me forward. “Everything will be all right, Savannah.”
“You’re in on this madness, too?” I snapped.
The three of us moved together through the fair. Goosebumps danced across my skin, and I surveyed the crowd as chills skittered down my spine. Everyone looked normal—just laughing, drinking, and playing carnival games.
Except for one. A man in a masquerade mask trailed on our left.
The mask was like those many people wore at the fair. But I caught his eyes, and they flashed red, for just a second. His predatory stare gave me no doubt that he was in league with the two who had attacked me at the Taphouse.
I squeezed Jaxson’s hand. “On our left, someone is following.”