Sixteen
ASHER
“Ace of Cups. Drink.”
Tossing the Tarot card on the discard pile, I pushed a glass of whiskey toward Gray, amber liquid sloshing up over the sides.
Clear-eyed and resolute, she held my gaze and downed it, never blinking.
“That’s not how Tarot works.” Haley rolled her eyes. “You can’t just say drink every time you draw one of the cups cards, Ash.”
“And you can’t ask me to give you guys a reading and then tell me how to interpret the cards.” I picked up another one from the pile on the table between us. “The Fool. Oh, this one’s got your name all over it, Barnes. Drink up.”
“No way,” Haley said. “I’m tapping out. Two is my max, and I’ve already had three.”
“I’ll take one for the team,” Gray said, downing the glass I’d set up for her sister.
I shook my head, flashing he
