“She misjudged you,” he corrects. “That’s her fault, not yours.”
“Yeah, but you had to know she’d do that.”
“Sure. But I also knew that once she actually talked to you, she’d change her mind.”
“Did she?”
“Ithink so.”
“But I’m everything she hates.”
He halts and turns to me. “Maybe you’re not really who you think you are.”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? I arch a brow at him, but he doesn’t elaborate. His words, coming out of anyone else’s mouth, would sound smug. But there’s nothing cocky about Leo.
He asks, “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Then all’s well that ends well.”
I resume walking and he falls into step beside me. Dry leaves skitter on the sidewalk and the cold nips my nose, but I’m not rushing to get back to the warmth of my room.
He peers over at me. “Now that the pressure’s off, will you tell me what you meant when you said you felt the Tarot card?”
I resist the urge to apologize for how crazy my answer will sound. “That Three of Whatever?—”
“Pentacles.”
“Okay, Pentacles. That Three of Pentacles wanted me to pick it. The other cards felt like nothing, but that one, when I touched it—I dunno, I just felt…relieved.”
We’ve both stopped walking again.
“So why did that happen?” I ask. “I mean, they’re just cards, aren’t they? Just a game?”
“You’re right,” he says. “They are just cards. But they’re not a game, they’re a tool. And it takes a certain kind of person to use them.”
“I’m not that kind of person.”
“Evidently you are.” He sweeps the windblown strands of hair from my face and tucks them behind my ear. “I told you before—you’re clairsentient.”
That’swhat he’d called me at the party. “I don’t know what that means.”
“You feel things other people never notice.”
“Because I’m sensitive.”Toosensitive.
“No.” He’s still gazing at me and I’m pretty sure that’s his finger I feel under my chin. “It’s a lot more than sensitivity.”
“Then explain it to me.”
He swallows. “It’s a psychic ability.”
“Psychic?” He’s nuts.
When I roll my eyes and try to look away, I find out why he’s holding my chin. My head is locked in place.
“Yes, psychic.”
