I see a man.” Rose bit back a sigh. Of course she did. She…

““I see a man.” Rose bit back a sigh. Of course she did. She seemed to see a man in every cup. And here she’d actually hoped that Sadie Moon might be as unusually talented as her appearance suggested. “He hides himself. A mask. He keeps to the shadows.” Rose’s heart rolled over her chest. “What else?” “You want him,” Sadie said, turning the cup in her palms. “You do not understand what you feel for him, or why he pushes you away.” “No.” Rose was breathless. “I don’t.” Those fey eyes locked with hers. “Because he loves you enough to give you up. He is all about duty and honor, but he is ruled by fear.” She was on the very edge of her seat now. “Yes. He’s afraid of coming out of the shadows.” Sadie shook her head, the feathers on her hat bobbing. “That’s only part of it. He’s afraid for you.” “For me?” Rose’s teeth clicked together. “Why?” The fortune teller shrugged. “For that answer, you will have to go to him. You have many men in your cup, Lady Rose.” Disappointed, Rose sagged a little. “For all the good it does me.” A bright grin flashed beneath that amazing hat. “The man who wants you but will not take you. Another who would take everything you offer and give what he can of himself-but it will not be enough. Another who wants nothing from you at all.” Grey. Kellan? And probably Archer.””

— Kathryn Smith