"Something like that. I'm kind of waiting for someone now. Was just going to hang out in my room."
"Well, if you're killing time, why don't you come see Aunt Rhonda?"
"Rhonda?" I scowled. "No offense, but your aunt didn't really impress me with her abilities last time."
"None taken," he said cheerfully. "But she's been wondering about you. And Vasilisa. So, if you're just hanging around..."
I hesitated. He was right that I had nothing better to do right now. I was stuck on options with both Dimitri and the Council's idiotic resolutions. Yet Rhonda--his fortune-telling Moroi aunt--wasn't someone I really wanted to see again. Despite my glib words, the truth was that in retrospect, some of Rhonda's predictions had come true. I just didn't like what they'd been.
"Fine," I said, trying to look bored. "Make it fast."
He smiled again, like he could see through my ruse, and led me off to a building I'd been to once before. It housed a luxurious salon and spa frequented by royal Moroi. Lissa and I had had our nails done there, and as Ambrose and I wound our way through it to Rhonda's lair, I felt a strange pang within me. Manicures and pedicures... they seemed like the most trivial things in the world. But on that day, they'd been wonderful. Lissa and I had laughed and grown closer... just before the school was attacked and everything fell apart....
Rhonda told fortunes in a back room that was far from the busy spa. Despite the seedy feel of it, she did a pretty brisk business and even had her own receptionist. Or, well, she used to. This time, the desk was empty, and Ambrose led me straight through to Rhonda's room. It looked exactly the same as before, like being inside a heart. Everything was red: the wallpaper, the decorations, and the cushions covering the floor.
Rhonda herself sat on the floor, eating a cup of yogurt, which seemed terribly ordinary for someone who allegedly wielded mystical powers. Curly black hair cascaded around her shoulders, making the large gold hoops in her ears gleam.
"Rose Hathaway," she said happily, setting the yogurt aside. "What a nice surprise."
"Shouldn't you have seen me coming?" I asked dryly.
Her lips twitched with amusement. "That's not my power."
"Sorry to interrupt your dinner," Ambrose said, gracefully folding his muscled body as he sat down. "But Rose isn't easy to catch hold of."
"I imagine not," she said. "I'm impressed you got her to come at all. What can I do for you today, Rose?"
I shrugged and sank down beside Ambrose. "I don't know. I'm only here because Ambrose talked me into it."
"She didn't think your last reading was very good," he said.
"Hey!" I shot him a chastising look. "That's not exactly what I said."
Last time, Lissa and Dimitri had been with me. Rhonda's tarot cards had shown Lissa crowned with power and light--no surprise. Rhonda had said Dimitri would lose what he valued most, and he had: his soul. And me? Rhonda had bluntly told me that I'd kill the undead. I'd scoffed at that, knowing I had a lifetime of Strigoi-killing ahead of me. Now I wondered if "undead" meant the Strigoi part of Dimitri. Even if I hadn't driven the stake, I'd certainly played a major role.
"Maybe another reading would help the other one make more sense?" she offered.
My mind was putting together another fraud psychic joke, which was why it was so astonishing when my mouth said, "That's the problem. The other one did make sense. I'm afraid... I'm afraid of what else the cards will show."
"The cards don't make the future," she said gently. "If something's meant to be, it'll be, regardless of whether you see it here. And even then... well, the future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living."
"See now," I said flippantly, "that's the kind of vague gypsy response I was hoping for."
"Roma," she corrected. "Not gypsy." Despite my snark, she still seemed to be in a good mood. Easygoing attitudes must have run in their family. "Do you want the cards or not?"
Did I? She was right about one thing--the future would unfold with or without me seeing it in the cards. And even if the cards showed it, I probably wouldn't understand it until afterward.
"Okay," I said. "Just for fun. I mean, last time was probably a lucky guess."
Rhonda rolled her eyes but said nothing as she began shuffling her tarot deck. She did it with such precision that the cards seemed to move themselves. When she finally stopped, she handed the deck to me to cut. I did, and she put it back together.
"We did three cards before," she said. "We've got time to do more if you'd like. Five, perhaps?"
"The more there are, the more likely it is that anything can get explained."
"If you don't believe in them, then it shouldn't be an issue."
"Okay, then. Five."
She grew serious as she flipped out the cards, her eyes carefully studying them. Two of the cards had come out upside down. I didn't take that as a good sign. Last time, I'd learned that it made seemingly happy cards... well, not so happy.
The first one was one the Two of Cups, showing a man and a woman together in a grassy, flower-filled field while the sun shone above them. Naturally, it was upside down.
"Cups are tied to emotions," Rhonda explained. "The Two of Cups shows a union, a perfect love and blossoming of joyous emotions. But since it's inverted--"
"You know what?" I interrupted. "I think I'm getting the hang of this. You can skip that one. I have a good idea what it means." It might as well have been Dimitri and me on that card, the cup empty and full of heartache.... I really didn't want to hear Rhonda analyze what was already tearing my heart up.
So she went on to the next one: the Queen of Swords, also upside down.
"Cards like this refer to specific people," Rhonda told me. The Queen of Swords looked very imperious, with auburn hair and silver robes. "The Queen of Swords is clever. She thrives on knowledge, can outwit her enemies, and is ambitious."
I sighed. "But upside down..."
"Upside down," said Rhonda, "all of those traits get twisted. She's still smart, still trying to get her way... but she's doing it through insincere ways. There's a lot of hostility and deception here. I'd say you have an enemy."
"Yeah," I said, eyeing the crown. "I think I can guess who. I just called her a sanctimonious bitch."
Rhonda didn't comment and moved on to the next one. It was facing the right way, but I kind of wished it wasn't. It had a whole bunch of swords stuck in the ground and a woman tied and blindfolded to one. Eight of Swords.