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18

Maevryn’s POV

Later that night, Brinley claimed she needed a distraction.

I expected gossip or maybe another impromptu sparring match.

Instead, she pulled out a velvet pouch and smiled.

"Ever had your tarot read?"

I blinked. "You mean like fortune-telling?"

"Not exactly. It’s more like... liste...