Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Just like all the Steel parties.
And man, we Steels love to give parties.
I’m running late, of course, because I got sucked into a Tarot reading with some of my online pals.
Gina rolls her eyes at me whenever I pull out the Tarot deck, but that’s fine. I don’t consider it fortune telling or witchcraft or anything. I simply use it to tap into my own intuition. Plus, I enjoy it.
I’m about ready to log off when my phone dings with a text.
Darth Morgen is alive.
Huh?
I wrinkle my forehead and check the number. I don’t recognize it.
Darth Morgen? Is this some kind of Star Wars reference?
Who is this?
No reply, until—
Darth Morgen is alive.
O…kay. Whoever sent this message probably mistyped a number. It’s not meant for me. Still, I’m curious, and I want some guidance.
I shuffle my deck and pull a single card.
The hierophant.
I jerk slightly.
Not because the hierophant represents anything that concerns me but because in the ten years I’ve experimented with the Tarot, I’ve never drawn this card in a reading for myself. Others, of course, but not myself, which always made sense. The hierophant can represent conformity and group identification.
That’s not me. Not Ava Steel.
I’m the Steel who didn’t use her sizable trust fund to open my bakery in town. I’m the Steel who colors her hair and wears a lip ring.
Definitely not a conformist.
But…a hierophant is also someone who interprets secret knowledge and seeks a deeper meaning.
Darth Morgen is alive.
Secret knowledge? A deeper meaning?
Was this message meant for me after all?