I nod at Amelia, not sure what else to do. Especially because she doesn’t ask for my opinion on leaving the King of Pentacles behind. She doesn’t seem to need it, for so many reasons.

I don’t know if that’s a good sign or an ominous one, but either way it feels like the winds of change kicking up, pushing us irrevocably forward.

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“I decided to leave the King of Pentacles behind, to throw Rosa off our trail,” Amelia explains. “I didn’t want to tempt fate again, after getting burned by Cain.”

Amelia’s words hang in the air, her implied judgment of my own decision made clear. I’m tempted to react, but she continues before I can.

“It’s not that I think you made the wrong decision, Chase. I just tried to learn from it. Besides, after what happened with Anwar, it felt right to leave the King of Pentacles behind. It would only feel like a reminder of him, of what he did. And now hearing about this potential Lady Azure sale, I think I made the right call leaving the King for Rosa. Maybe it will bring her some peace, like the other missing cards might have.”

Listening to Amelia, I still feel the urge defend myself. However, I give myself a second to think it all through first. After everything we’ve experienced since that very first day of the trip, who’s to say I would have made that same decision today? Besides, if Amelia feels right about the decision, I’m in no position to judge.

I nod at her, not sure what else to do. Especially because Amelia doesn’t ask for my opinion on leaving the King of Pentacles behind. She doesn’t seem to need it, for so many reasons.

I don’t know if that’s a good sign or an ominous one, but either way it feels like the winds of change kicking up, pushing us irrevocably forward.

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“Hey, Amelia, are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” she answers quickly. “I’m trying to process what just happened.”

“Well, I don’t think what just happened is over quite yet,” Cleo says, their head turned to look out the back window. “We have company.”

We’ve been so distracted by Logan’s return, we haven’t been focused on our route. Rosa and her coven didn’t seem to follow us at first, but we’ve been driving straight on a relatively remote road. This is the coven’s turf, so of course they’d know how to catch up to us. Looking out the back window now, I see two headlights behind us…

Growing closer every second.

“Are we sure that’s Rosa?” I ask, squinting.

“I can’t see through the windshield over the headlights,” Cleo answers. “But that’s definitely the same Honda the stepsisters drove from Chills Coven.”